Lord, I do fear
Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year.
My soul is all but out of me,--let fall
No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.

--Edna St. Vincent Millay

The situation is icky tonight because I have this giant paper due Tuesday. But my computer might be in the shop Monday night so I sort of have to finish it now. But it might NOT be in the shop, so then I'll have an extra day and this knowledge is preventing me from doing any work on it ( Read more... )