September 9th, 2005

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Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Poem lyrics of Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening by Robert Frost.

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it's queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

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I have discovered I have a hard time occassionally being anti social. I was not in the mood for a lot of company last night but they were there when I got home. I could have just wandered up to my room and been fine, but I just could not do that. I kept feeling like I was being rude.

Also discovered my tollerance for baby birthing talk is limited. I am not a very domestice person. After being surrounded by so many pregnant people I feel a desire to go somewhere more lively like vegas or bagdad.

To those who had to deal with me after work last night I am sorry. I am sure I was coming off as grumpier than normal.