ULTIMATE EVIL

I hate reality shows. Hate them, hate them, hate them, hate them.

Thanks to everyone who had the patience to listening to my lengthy explanation WHY this past night...

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Doing MUCH better tonight, due to roomie's absence. Is it a bad sign when you desperately look forward to someone NOT being there?

I'll just pass it off as a need for some time to myself, which I undoubtedly have.

And now back to tackling Yeats' review of Shelley, and then back in time to the works of my old pal Bede in Saxon England. I think I preferred Chaucer and Shakespeare.

Geez louise, I'm having to do a lot of correcting of my typing tonight...