In case you go looking for the second poem I mentioned in my last entry, it’s not up. I deleted it because I realized it needed more work and wasn’t ready for public consumption just yet.
BSG was fucking phenomenal. That show has changed my life. I never thought I’d say that about a TV show, but there you go. Some of the things said…profound. And epic and heart-breakingly beautiful. I sobbed. That is the sign of a good story.
Obviously I’m too tired to speak coherently at this point, so I’m going to sign off. Tomorrow: finish glasstown, write essays for class, and finish editing/rewriting Part 1 of Bellica.