et tu brute?

beware the ides of march.
that's today, duders.
so beware.
you've been warned.
guess who got activated with only two hours of sleep?
yuuuuuuuup.
and who headed for the hills while it was still dark out?
me again.
and who hacked and sweat and froze their way through
a full day of tattbomb attacking with a nasty cold?
uh-huh.
it's been a day of trials, neighbors.
that's no joke.
it's only early evening,
but i feel like i've been up for a week straight.
there're aches in my pains,
and even my pains are aching.
that's a molto hard style,
but treachery is traditionally afoot on this mid-month marker.
the ides of march, y'all.
another 'nother wicked little trick being played on yours truly
by the woodsly goodness and the secret universal plan.
it's two against one,
or maybe even three.
i'm wary, it's scary, and the day has been hairy.
in so many senses of the word.
backstabbing jabberers of the world,
your time has come.
the ides of march is just for you;
never quiet, never soft.....