My completely uneven sleeping schedule . . . I love it. It pleases me in its lopsided way. Sometimes I think I should come up with a complicated mathematical algorithm to determine what time to set my alarm for.
This day I was made aware of what an incredible poet
I looked through my poetry web site to-day, and wondered if I was the only one who's looked at it since I put it up. That'd prolly be just as well . . . Oh! This morning I actually was inspired! Inspired to put applesauce on my cinnamon toast! And it was good!
Hm. I think I want coffee now . . .
Before I go, have a look at how incoherent my notes became in my tragically dull Shakespeare class last night;