Day Three, Still no Fire.

I woke up sore from head to foot,
My mind was in a haze,
I think I am sick, but I feel great,
I blame not eating right for days.

For you see, and as it seems,
I work best hard with out sleep,
When I feel good, I do not eat,
Who has time for eating anyway.

So I woke, without strength to stand,
But got up anyways,
Had a shower, ate some oats,
Then once again hit the hay.

I slept until four, to regain myself,
Then made a pot of tea,
Now I sit, here and write,
But this is all I have to say.

Sean/Uehen