Seventeen weeks of planning, preparation, and perspiration
Seventeen weeks of second-guessing, double-checking, and
over-analyzing.
Seventeen weeks of worry, and hope, and laughs, and reading and writing and stress and
cramped muscles and headaches.
Seventeen weeks of running from the Blue Line to Lincoln Hall so as to never be late.
Seventeen weeks of driving GringO and The World’s Biggest Asshole mad
with my schemes and my fretting.
Seventeen weeks, waiting for this.
Plan A: 27 August 2007 – 23 December 2007
Seventeen weeks of second-guessing, double-checking, and
over-analyzing.
Seventeen weeks of worry, and hope, and laughs, and reading and writing and stress and
cramped muscles and headaches.
Seventeen weeks of running from the Blue Line to Lincoln Hall so as to never be late.
Seventeen weeks of driving GringO and The World’s Biggest Asshole mad
with my schemes and my fretting.
Seventeen weeks, waiting for this.
Plan A: 27 August 2007 – 23 December 2007
As the guy no one elected but is still the President would say, “Mission Accomplished.”
-Zeepdoggie
Mad ups to the Crunk Monk Mafia and to The GringO and TWBA for all their support. Without you...
2 comments:
This is what friends do Zeepdoggie. I thank you as well. You helped me become what I am today: blogger, comic geek, stunt cock.
Shit, that was only seventeen weeks? Give her my apologies, I was rooting for her though. ;)
Live the Dream, sir, live it.
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