Don't Know Why

My latest musical obsession. You people are used to this by now. Pandora introduced me to Nora Jones and I now feel that prior to that I lived a deprived life.

Sonnet to Sleep

O soft embalmer of the still midnight!
Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,
Our gloom-pleased eyes, embowered from the light,
Enshaded in forgetfulness divine;
O soothest Sleep! if it so please thee, close,
In the midst of this thine hymn, my willing eyes,
Or wait the amen, ere they poppy throws
Around my bed its lulling charities;
Then save me, -or the passed day will shine
Upon my pillow, breeding many woes;
Save me from curious conscience, that still lords
Its strength, for darkness burrowing like a mole;
Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards,
And seal the hushed casket of my soul.

-John Keats

I Don't Wanna

I really. Really. Really. Do not feel like reading my psychology assignment. Which is due today. Ugh.

Sometimes I find psychology to be really fascinating and I love it and it clicks in my head and it's all wonderful.

But sometimes these fourty page chapters are torture. This would be one of those times.

Weekend? When do you actually start again?