Its not even 4am.. Iam going to sleep NOW! Thats a good start - got the 'early to bed' bit down nice. If the 'early to rise' bit works out, will be excellent! Lets hope so eh.. For once the weather is nice and cool.. and besides been feeling sleepy for a while - think its contagious.. all my mugger mates (should i call them that?)went to sleep early.. and the bleary eyed, sour faced one kept yawning incessantly!!!

Hope can study a LOT tomorrow.. Oh yeah, M if you see this and the time is after 9am... pleasssse wake me up.. this time I will wake up for sure.. same applies to anyone else - but doubt any of the 3 or 4 who might read this will be up early!

And yeah - here's a work from Kipling for a change - who would have thought Ranieri has such excellent taste in reading!

Well, I actually dont like Kipling that much - he was a pompous imperialistic ass (or so I think from my limited exposure to him) but this is a helluva good poem nevertheless.. think iam half the man(if that) Kipling wants one to be.. ha ha



[IF]

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!


--Rudyard Kipling