Summer is dwindling.

B could give me the exact number of days like the meany she is.

I digress: Summer is dwindling,

And we need to get together.

Just like I need to annotate Of Mice and Men.

There isn't any underline button, this saddens me.

Anyway, I tried to write poetry today...(well, two nights ago I like to keep things present tense so it was today).

And the result was a horrific laughing stock next to some of B's masterpieces.

But I was rather proud of this because it was the fruit of two hours hard work and a sleepless night.

And I think they are lyrics.

They are begging to dance with a melody, Pookie, I need your help.

Because you are starting a band, are you not?

I really want to write songs, and it's killing me that your not here to plunk away on the piano.

When you get back please call me.

Naturally I was writing poetry because my book has been stationary for a month.

Which is annoying.

Just like the fact that summer is dwindling.

Well, I need to go be productive.

I don't remember my point.

~NEON ducking.