Ouch. Still sore from restraining a kid yesterday. 140 pound boy + anti-pysch meds not taken= well you can do that math.
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Poem for the day:
A noiseless patient spider
by Walt Whitman
A noiseless patient spider,
I mark'd where on a little promontory it stood isolated,
Mark'd how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,
It launch'd forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself,
Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.
And you O my soul where you stand,
Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them,
Till the bridge you will need be form'd, till the ductile anchor hold,
Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.
Current Location: Planet nine or home
Current Mood:
awake
Current Music: "Thanks for the Memories" by Fall Out Boy