Unstable, Vacillating, Unsettled, Wavering...

Because it's 3:52 a.m. and Civ Pro is FINISHED and because I have had 34 Red Bulls, Rockstars, Monsters, etc. and because Beckett danced around naked on the fireplace earlier singing, "My penis and my butt," and because going to sleep now is futile, here is some Shelley.

We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon;

   How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver,

Streaking the darkness radiantly! -- yet soon

   Night closes round, and they are lost for ever:

Or like forgotten lyres, whose dissonant strings

   Give various response to each varying blast,

To whose frail frame no second motion brings

    One mood or modulation like the last.

We rest. -- A dream has power to poison sleep;

    We rise. -- One wandering thought pollutes the day;

We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep;

    Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away:

It is the same! -- For, be it joy or sorrow,

    The path of its departure still is free:

Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow;

    Nought may endure but Mutability.

-Percy Bysshe Shelley, Mutability (1816)

This Civ Pro Book My Prison

This week has been crazy and it's only going to get worse in the upcoming 17 days. 17 days....that is all that stands between me and 2L! Hells yes. I do, however, think that Civ Pro is going to be the death of me. International Shoe, Byrd, minimum contacts, joinder, impleader, interpleader.......

"Well, they are gone, and here must I remain,

This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost

Beauties and feelings, such as would have been

Most sweet to my remembrance even when age

Had dimmed my eyes to blindness! They, meanwhile,

Friends, whom I never more may meet again,

On springy heath, along the hill-top edge,

Wander in gladness, and wind down, perchance,

To that still roaring dell, of which I told."

-Samuel Taylor Coleridge, from This Lime-Tree Bower My Prison