Thursday, July 07, 2005


All my inane ramblings got put on hold today so I could curl up in a fetal position, emit a high-pitched keening sound and mindlessly click the Refresh button to see the latest death toll - all as I thought, "god, not again."

Sorry, I got nothin' but maudlin thoughts, so in the tradition of failed writers and high school hacks everywhere I will offer up someone else's words in place of my own:


Sorrow like a ceaseless rain
Beats upon my heart.
People twist and scream in pain, --
Dawn will find them still again;
This has neither wax nor wane,
Neither stop nor start.

People dress and go to town;
I sit in my chair.
All my thoughts are slow and brown:
Standing up or sitting down
Little matters, or what gown
Or what shoes I wear.

--Edna St. Vincent Millay


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