I'm going crazy tonight. I spent the entire day prepping for my new semester and finished only one syllabus. Although I've taught the course before, I had to change a bunch because there's a new person in charge with different goals than those of the person with whom I've worked for the last 3 (or is it 4?) years. Once the class starts, it should actually be easier than before, but the switch is absorbing my precious time. I've still got to wrap my mind around exactly what I'm supposed to do.

Anyway, now I deserve a break, but I'm locked out of my favorite forum (darn server, I guess). What's a girl to do? Well, here's another little poem--an old one of mine--to pass the time:

When Doug died
so did my love.
Crushed to the ground
like leaves in the dirt.
When Doug was alive
so were hope and dreams.
Always something to
move on to.
Before Doug left
things were looking down.
My love to leave
unable to stay.
Sometimes I'd cry,
but it was
meaningless pain...
because when Doug died
the slate was wiped clean.
Nothing to cling to.
No one to hold.
No dreams worth having.
No life to live.
And Doug was Dead.
And that's when you left.