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Yay! Ugh, I think. No, bring it down, lady, bring it down. I mean, it is nearly 5am and I’ve got a ton of worries on my mind. . .

Anyway. I debugged what I set out to debug. Not the whole thing mind you, but a few files cleaned up. Might note some differences here and there. Should load a little faster.

So, some less boring stuff—wait, maybe not. Because it’s practice. Usually I just read a little something I like. In this case, poetry.


My voice felt tired and cricky (I don’t know, maybe because you’re stressed out and it was four in the morning and you’ve been out shaking hands and caught a little cough there genius), so I then tried to sing a ditty to test out some of the soprano notes.

Okay. Going to see if there’s something else I can check off my list.

I may break the audio up into different posts later.


by William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

“Jenny Kiss’d Me”

My voice has been a strained the past few days. A little careworn I think. . . but hopefully things will turn around? In any case, here’s me reading a bit of poetry.

Jenny Kiss’d Me
by Leigh Hunt

Jenny kiss’d me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in!
Say I’m weary, say I’m sad,
Say that health and wealth have missed me,
Say I’m growing old, but add
Jenny kiss’d me.