"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,/And what I assume you shall assume,/For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.//I loafe and invite my soul,/I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass."
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Census form arrives
And is filled out in about a minute. A lot faster and way more painless than taxes. But I miss where they count bathrooms: I wanted my outhouse to feel a part of this great big country.