Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
by: Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of the easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

I was going to return my library books today, in addition to going for breakfast. Only when I got on the LRT did I realise the books were at home. =.= Went back to take them. Needless to say, was very annoyed. Went for driving. I forgot things this time. =.= don't know why. Same as XW, whose 2nd lesson was worse than the first one. Hopefully I'll remember more stuff next Sun. =.= Forgot to clutch fully and stuff. Died 8 times I think. Booking in later today. Weekend over. Sigh. Well, at least that's 1 week down. Spent 192.2 this week, of which 176 was on driving. So actually didn't spend much.