December 2011
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Rage, rage against the dying of the light...
Yeah… I’m more raging against chest pain and stupidity, tonight. In the morning I’ll rage, rage against my fucking alarm clock, insisting I wake up and write my Final Essay.
But the Dylan Thomas is stuck in my head. It comes out at work, it comes out at the news…. I’m taking it too literally, I know, as a night owl-it doesn’t necessarily mean “sunshine...
