Thursday, April 13, 2006

I'm all out of tocks

It's like I can hear the clock ticking. Tick. Tick. Tick. The last few ticks come one by one. Then it'll be time. Tick. Tick. Tick.
 
Tick.
 
Farewell, youth.

3 comments:

Chip said...

Oh, for heaven's sake! What's different about you tomorrow that's changed since today?

Lint said...

My pants?

Chip said...

I certainly hope so!

Happy birthday, anyway.