The Royal feast was done; the King
Sought some new sport to banish care,
And to his jester cried, "Sir Fool,
Kneel now, and make for us a prayer!"
The jester doffed his cap and bells,
And stood the mocking court before;
They could not see the bitter smile Behind the painted grin he wore. so its back to camp soon. urgh. no matter how many times i say that, it'll never be any easier. and ill never look forward to giong back. a long 5 day week this week. and the only thought thats gonna get me through is the thought of saturday and sunday. wow.
7 minutes. 7 minutes of happines. 7 minutes where everything stopped. 7 minutes where nothing else mattered
