Out on the Myra. . .

this depressing song is going through my head, and when i tried to google the lyrics, this weird site is all i came up with. But:

Out on the Myra on warm afternoons,/old men go fishing with black twine and spoons. /and if they catch nothing, they never complain/I wish I was with them again/
Out on the Myra, the people are kind/ They love you like they do and help you unwind./And if you come broken, they’ll see that you mend./And I’m going to be with them again./

**sniff**
Anywyas. speaking of books. which I was. sometime. anywyas. Two books of concern to me: Any roomate anectdotes would be greatly appreciated. I have a few stocked up, but if you think of anything and are bored, lemme have it. :) Second book of concern: I think i'm gonna start with miki, so that it has time to get to her in paris, but I've been thinking the book I made to mail around needed more, but Inspiration is failing me, so It's coming out to yas. I think. I probably shouldn't have prefaced it, cause now I'll put it off :) but, nonetheless, I think it should have minimal rules, but we should try to turn it around pretty fast. I dunno how well it will work, but now i'm babbling. Wish this weren't immortalized in cyberspace. . .

". . . I wish I was with them again." :(