Sturgeon's Law

Yesterday kind of sucked. I've been working on a ghazal whose first and last couplets I really like, but the rest of which is bugging the hell out of me at this point. Yesterday was the low side of the bipolar seesaw, so I ended up doing some stupid things and also pulling several poems I had considered done back into my draft folder for work.

Tomorrow should be good. I'm having a get-together with several of my friends at Old Chicago in the evening. Yes, it's going to be pool and beer and garlic cheese bread. And if I may play C. Dale for a moment--Clue: Happy Monday.