And the silence of the shining stone
like the shattering crystal of the poet cries:
"I the enigma undefined,
the error of my age;
the players and the play defamed
that tread a timeless stage.
Ay! both hero and the rake,
of tragedy and of comic parts;
the dirge at many a wake
and the wit that veins the farce."
Oscar Wilde
This layout is an Act of Clawed.
Thursday, May 08, 2003
Or my biology prof could leave me an email telling me that he wants me to redo my first essay for his final.
For as much as I love him as a prof, and enjoyed his class.... I hate him.
Not that I have any love of being conscious at 6am. On the contrary... Although I love morning and this time of day, I hate being awake for it.
Couldn't sleep earlier (half unplanned, half by choice) and now I can't sleep because I have to wait for my professor to get up and email me my paper to rewrite... then I have to go into work and complaing about housing... then I have to write and turn in said paper... then I have to pack... and somewhere in all this is "have fun" because TDTF leaves tomorrow and I have to work. Which bites. But is the only reason I get to stay here all weekend.