Bad Mood
Nothing to say. Grumpy. Fit for neither man nor beast. (Nor, probably, woman for that matter.) However - in reading random essays on Salon.com (one about Buffy the Vampire Slayer's Willow, from 2002) this quote struck me -
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.-- T.S. Eliot, "The Waste Land"
And I wanted to remember it. Maybe I'm developing a taste for poetry.