Well, at least now I can swallow tablets!

Hey twenty eleven, you're such a bull, charging at me.

I'm still squatting on twenty ten, clearing the clutter it has spilled over,
and here you come, now seven days in my face.

Yet I rejoice each day, as much as I think things could be better,
right now it's enough, and I want to be contented.

Tomorrow marks the beginning of twenty firsts to come.


Hey friend, it means a lot to me we can talk like that over ice cream, with no icy awkward air.