Devoided of everything, I was then graced with awesome night sleeps, then toilet again.
All 2007 worked like that.
Took me a while, then I finally realized my body had quit the subtle signs game.
No more wimpy panic attacks, time to get loud: it was the neighborhood's turn to get scared.
I took action and my life has actually been helluva better, but my body is still giving me timely reminders so that I don't screw up.
All I hope for 2008 is to stop being among the top ten reasons for climate changes.
If that means I have to be happier and healthier, G'oh knows I'll accept my burden.
Else I might as well sell my disgrace to Al-Quaeda.
Have a nice leap year: if you feel a wind of change, just hope it's not my ultimate buff! :D
[ For the record: don't fear me in the elevator... I'm a man, I keep it together until the time comes for a virile and secluded explosion ]