7.40, i've been up for about an hour, frightened for a while and then, seeing my norton american anthology beside my pillow, picked it up and started reading leaves of grass, which i have to read for class by tomorrow so i might as well get a start on it. they assigned tennyson's in memoriam together with leaves of grass. *accusingly* how am i supposed to get any other writing done when i'm also trying to get a handle on two of the longer poems in english at once so i can turn in two papers on them? i think i'll write my term paper on the tennyson though. it definitely is going to be one of the victorians, if not tennyson then browning. i like victorian poetry. i wish, however, that we'd been assigned the passing of arthur. tennyson is such a moving poet to read aloud, and arthur is glorious. now that i've sat up and written a little here and have talked to poach i feel less panicky and will go wash up so i can go to lecture. incidentally i'm listening to something performed by the tokyo string quartet and i don't know what it is it sounds like ravel or bartok or something i wish someone would listen to it for me and tell me.