“When anybody asks, 'What are you writing about now?' if I try to reply, the book-in-the-works sounds so idiotic to me that I think, 'Why am I trying to write that puerile junk?' So now I give up; if I could talk about it, I wouldn't have to write it."
- Madeleine L'Engle, A Circle of Quiet


Vs. 3 of the Continuing Ode to the Day

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Wednesday, Ah Wednesday
Be blessed or be thou cursed?
But hours ago determined I
To hate thee from the first,
Yet fortitude could not prevail.
This sickness must be nursed.
So home I go and hope I may
Soon overcome the worst.
(see below for vs. 1&2)


At 2/08/2006 12:52 PM, Anonymous HolyMama! wrote:

Your illness affects you in iambic pentameter? Far out!!

At 2/08/2006 1:50 PM, Blogger Geekwif wrote:

The inspiration is entirely due to Jane Austen and the effects of NyQuil and Sudafed. The combination thereof does strange things to a person's mind.

At 2/08/2006 8:02 PM, Anonymous HolyMama! wrote:

NyQuil makes my arms go completely numb. It is frghteningly scary so I stay away from that stuff!

At 2/11/2006 1:05 AM, Blogger Ginger wrote:

Methinks thy illness maketh thee wax eloquenteth. Be-eth there any way to continueth the positive effects of thy current travail?


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