Magnetic Poetry Creation for the Day you speak as though you know my music and yet you do not listen to my song how could you think you understand my heart you who can not even find your own

It’s difficult to decide what to write about today. ~•~ There’s the case of the Mysterious Smoking Pan. The Professor wanted batter fried fish last night, which is something I know how to make on a theoretical level only. I grabbed the largest frying pan we had though, and set out to experiment, after warning…

I’m a tad disappointed in the Shakespeare magnetic poetry words. No “whilst”? No “thou” or “thee”? How the heck am I ever going to work “vouchsafe” into a poem without cracking myself up? ╒╕╘╛╒╕╘╛╒╕╘╛╒╕ Magnetic Poetry Creation of the Day I envy winter for it doth not die but grows to young spring whilst I…

Things seem to be ironing themselves out. Which means that I’m finally regaining some sense of balance again. I’m hoping this means that the black cloud that I’ve kept on a close leash these past few weeks is finally beginning to dissipate. The Professor had his calculus class to teach last night. He didn’t want…

Bear with me – I don’t know how much you understand about all this, so I’m probably going to start at a level far too basic. Feel free to skim until you hit the stuff you wanted. Internet Providers and Internet Provider Numbers (IP#’s) In order to get onto the net, most people pay money…

I suspect I cause my own problems half the time. Take last night. I got home around 5:00 and found The Professor hunched over his desk, grading papers. He had three tests to give last week, and so he now has huge piles of tests to be graded. Losing the weekend to company didn’t help…

Do I know how to pick my times or what? Yesterday I got out of work early, came home, ran out for lunch (The Prof wanted Thai for some reason) and then came back and worked the aparmtent into some semblence of order. We finished at about 4:30 – guests said they’d be arriving at…

“Why pay money to have your family tree traced? Go into politics when your opponents will do it for you.” – Mark Twain The Professor was very solicitous last night. Told me to make sure to get to bed early, not to worry about the wash or the vacuuming or the shopping or the anything….

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Oof … rough night. The Prof has a nasty habit of saying sarcastic things that sting, and then backing off when he’s called out about it, claiming he was just joking. I thought it was just me being hypersensitive, but his aunt called him on it when we met up with them last weekend, so…