Bored.

Bored bored bored bored bored.

Beating my head against my programming homework.

And yes, it is very nearly 3 a.m. Why do you ask?

I Am Weary of Being Bitter, Arthur Davison Ficke

Not that I'm actually terribly bitter today, but...

I am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise,
And the armor and the mask of these fall from me, after long.
I would go where the islands sleep, or where the sea-dawns rise,
And lose my bitter wisdom in the wisdom of a song.

There are magics in melodies, unknown of the sages;
The powers of purest wonder on secret wings go by.
Doubtless out of the silence of dumb preceding ages
Song woke the chaos-world--and light swept the sky.

All that we know is idle; idle is all we cherish;
Idle the will that takes loads that proclaim it strong.
For the knowledge, the strength, the burden--all shall perish:
One thing only endures, one thing only--song.

I need a new house.

This one has no good back door to sneak in--even if we used the front door to begin with, it's too easy to watch both doors at once.

Hmmm.

*bing* *bing* *BING*

Channeling Ricochet Rabbit again.

I have a New Plan tonight. Finish the lab that's due tomorrow night, and if I have any bright ideas after that I will work on coding. If not, I am going to bed. Really and for true.

Mmmmmm, tea.

My cell phone now has the Canon in D for a ring tone. I am very fond of that piece--it is deceptively simple, and really far too easy to play badly. I've always wanted to find someone who could arrange it for recorders.

*wants motorcycle*

Now I have the image of War* on her bike, with the sword strapped to the back. In leather the color of old blood. I have a sword....

[*From Good Omens. If you haven't read it, go do so.]