10 May 2012
My head does hurt, My brain has turned to mush. My entire body hurts, Thoughts of bed are lush.
Everything is muddled, Everything is a mess. Tomorrow will be different, At work I will try less.
Then my Opuss brain, It will return. No one will notice, If I blog as I earn.
So off to bed I go, Sleep now filling my eyes. Yawning up the stairs, As I say my good-byes.
Fellow Opuss users I urge you to do the same. Or tomorrow, Your Opusses will be just be lame.
The Cure To Aaaargh • Opuss № I