Have a great summer all. I'm gonna miss the GDT crew and all the GDT fun.
We'll get em next year.
Love,
Kanadalainen
Let me speak proudly: tell all the rest
We are but warriors for the working-day;
While our happiness and our mood are temporarily besmirch'd
With rainy marching in the painful field;
There's not a piece of feather in our host—
Good argument, I hope, we will not fly—
And time hath worn us into slovenry:
But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim.