Poem for Monday

Flood
By James Joyce

Goldbrown upon the sated flood
The rockvine clusters lift and sway;
Vast wings above the lambent waters brood
Of sullen day.

A waste of waters ruthlessly
Sways and uplifts its weedy mane
Where brooding day stares down upon the sea
In dull disdain.

Uplift and sway, O golden vine,
Your clustered fruits to love's full flood,
Lambent and vast and ruthless as is thine
Incertitude!

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led to me the unfortunately addictive Candybar Doll Maker. Do NOT go here if you like dressing up Barbies and you have the potential to waste time. Here's one that's sort of an approximation of me, except she's too thin, limbs too long, hair not frizzing enough, eyes too big and there were no eyeglasses that were even close. And that little gray cat should be pouncing on something by now.



Snitched from with whom I share a favorite snack food (or would share if she offered me any, heh):

Your Future Job
Your Name
Age
Gender	MaleFemaleBothNeither
Favorite Snack Food
Your Job
Yearly Salary	$288,250.37
Your Boss Thinks	You're a hollow shell of a human
Your Coworkers Think	You're a kiss-ass
This Quiz by Gatsby - Taken 3911 Times.

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I had other stuff to say about sports and politics and the DNC and the episode of Dawson's Creek I watched while folding laundry earlier, but it's all sort of inane. Am torn between struggling with Remus/Severus which is like pulling teeth to pull together right now or working on Lucius/Severus, which 1) flows more smoothly and 2) keeps telling me things that are going to happen to Severus much later, making Remus/Severus easier in the long run. Also feel like this is a really dorky dilemma and why am I working this hard on fanfic anyway. On the plus side, I must say that while commentary here remains sparse and discouraging, over at Fiction Alley it is really delightful and even fanfiction.net kicks stuff over regularly, though I feel like I must be pretty pathetic to care.

Send Trek news. It's sparse today.