Days to go: 926 -- Pieces to go: 10

Day 74: Tomo machine up, Trude WANTS to sleep all day, thanks God for gravol. More later, I promise.

Zzzzzz.

Days to go: 931 -- Pieces to go: 10

Day 69: No practice to log. Headed to Shoppers' for some more gravol and diet ginger ale.

Here are some hints for tomorrow's poem, with thanks to Mrs. St. James, my grade four teacher, and Billy Thiffault, fellow student, in whose voice I hear verse five.

Need another hint? Here's that verse five in Latin:

Vorpali, semed atque iterum collectus in ictum,
Persnicuit gladio persnacuitque puer:
Deinde galumphatus, spernens informe cadaver,
Horrendum monstri rettulit ipse caput.

Geeky enough for you? No? Here's the title in Klingon, then:

ja'Pu'vawQoY