This be the verse by Phillip Larkin

They **** you up, your mom and dad
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were ****ed up in their turn
By fools in old-stylen hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.

Man hands on misery to man
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can
And don't have any kids yourself.





I need to make sure I come up with a plan and do something good for myself tomorrow.. . .worried that I could be starting on a funk.

I want so much to

1) get more sleep and more energy
2) learn to live in the moment -- free of worry, free of attachment to outcome,


Both are doable but they are knocking me out right now.

Mari