First Post: A look at my workweek.

There was no norm for Monday's sake to begin the week. What should have been my second day twas nothing but bleak. Before me stood a daunting task on this formable day of blissless silence. Tuesday took its toll.
Wednesday took my breath away.
I found it hissing on my tongue.
Nothing but that silly paper which I glued myself upon. I cannot resist that punishment of sorts for glory comes of its tempered parts. I cannot find myself to take away what I built on three years of my stay. Forthright then I have more to add, it's not the only thing I had to pay.
The night was long and we tried our best to make it early on the rest.
Yet it wasn't so true: we lied ourselves to sleep.
Thursday came still not tame.
Nothing but a feeling of bland, restless sleep stood over me. I knew that sun would set on my head,
but I would not be in it. This dragon which burnt me down, it left as soon as it came.
For that night I twasn't so tired as I would-- come the rest of the fall.
Rest caught me in its touching grace. I slept with comfort for the morrow.
And then, it came.
Friday. I shed a tear. I saw the sun glimmer on the land. And, then I knew the day had come.
The paper shed across the land and left it gaining in the stand.
Can ye the riddle which paced my mind, understand without my grind?

Okay, there's my attempt at a post. Don't shoot me for sucking it up.
Later