"Good things never last, Mr. Denham"

Currently in Earphones: Imaginarium by Terry S. Taylor

And so begins a new quarter. Music 10, or Music Literature looks to be neat, but a lot of listening and concert going, not like that's any different from what I do anyway. Classics 1, or Early Greece and the Near East, will most likely be informative and interesting, but not as highly charged as Prof. Stem's Classics 3. I have yet to have my Senior Seminar, that's later on today, but Latin 110N: Ovid looks like fun and I'm auditing Prof. Stem's Cicero class.

I'm sorry to report, but A Story of Swords is now on indefinite hiatus. I'll endevour to finish it at least by the end of the year, but I've seriously been lacking the writing impetus for the past few weeks. You will see it get posted once I get another creative streak, but until then, don't hold your collective breaths.

Point of interest, I had a honest-to-goodness nightmare last night, and I can't remember when I last had one. It wasn't anything connected to any real life situation, but more like a "boo!" moment from a horror movie. The only problem was that after I was jolted awake from the surprise, I had a hard time getting my mind on some other, more calm subject so I could fall asleep again. I even remember reciting the Bene Gesserit Litany against Fear (which is a damn good piece of writing, lemme tell ya) in an effort to knock out. For the first few minutes, however, it was one of those horrible, fear-feeding-on-fear moments, where every little sound could be some creature waiting in the dark, even though it probably wasn't. My brain decided to take pity on me and gave me some nice dreams afterward, and all I'll say about those was that there was smooching involved that will probably never occur in real life. I think I'm feeling more down that the latter dream was only a dream, and less that I had a nightmare.

Fuck.

Enough, More Later.
- James