Thursday, October 26, 2006

In no mood for meretricious musings

Head: hurting due to excessive (related to my current fatigue and lack of tolerance) revelry last night.

Work: shoddy.

Tutoring: fair to middling.

Stressed: out.

Mood: indigo.



"The Bells" is possibly the single most pleasurable poem to read aloud in the English language. For this masterwork, Edgar Allen Poe received the princely sum of fifteen dollars. A few months later he died of drink, or a brain aneurysm, or something.

So it goes.

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