  My little red binder Sits under the computer Waiting for my pen To write little notes to you It wants to know what I think It wants to be in my business But lately I've been slacking And I must say "I'm sorry..." "...I know how much you like to hear..." "...All the things I think of Jaime..." "...but today is not the day for you.
" And I know it's mad at me But the book will get over it Once I start writing again But, Until then I suffer the consequences of having that little red binder Stare at me with disconserting eyes And an evil straight-faced snarl That tells me I'm behind &nbsp; Weird poem eh? Dunno where that came from... More later, once I call Jaime. 
