My tears are turning into time I've wasted

So, first day back wasn't so bad afterall, epecially considering it was a full day. Had an interesting conversation about drug companies in G.S. and did some essay prep in lit. I find out my courseowrk grade soon. I don't think I want to know until results day, thanks. I have lang. tomorrow and an exam paper to hand in but I have a double free before that lesson, not to mention a lunch hour, too. Psych. was fifty-fifty, what with the IT booking. Grr. The monitors are too close and blurry, the chairs give no back support and the room is so warm. Bleurgh.

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Last night's ER was really good if you ignored everything that wasn't to do with Weaver. I love Laura Innes so much - every episode she is given, she completely rocks and last night's was no exception. she's a very subtle, very astute actress and she doesn't get given enough kudos for that.

I'll watch last night's Alias before tonight's CSI; Ricky Gervais is set to make an appearance. Say it with me - oh god.

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Some more TBJ icons soon :)

How did I only find this out now?!

April, apparently, is National Poetry Month. Why did I not know this?! As a result, I'm going to link to 11 poems and post a twelfth here. And everyday this month, I'm going to post another poem. Yes? Yes. I'll try not to link to Prufrock or Cope's Flowers again. I won't even link to Plath's Daddy, ok?

1. April 1st: To Any Reader by Robert Louis Stevenson
   
2. April 2nd: The Actor by Ernest Henry
   
3. April 3rd: The Computation by John Donne
   
4. April 4th: 'Death is a dialogue between' by Emily Dickinson
   
5. April 5th: The Hollow Men by T.S. Eliot
   
6. April 6th: Attack by Siegfried Sassoon
   
7. April 7th: Mental Cases by Wilfred Owen
   
8. April 8th: The Guppy by Ogden Nash
   
9. April 9th: An extract from 'Sing-song' by Christina Rossetti
   
10. April 10th: The Rival by Sylvia Plath
    
11. April 11th: Sonnet 141; 'In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes' by Shakespeare
    
12. April 12th: ( Wendy Cope: As sweet )
    
    

    I love that last couplet. I can't decide if the poem's funny or not, though.