They should have sent a poet. Because I am not one. Seriously.

Warning! The following episode contains copious amounts of DUKE DEVLIN-

Okay, not really. I lied about that. I don't have a Popemobile either. But that would be totally awesome if I did.

So... where was I? Well, today was the first day back to classes, fairly easy but also rather boring. By the end of the day I was completely spacing off. I suppose it being my boring religion class helped that along a bit, but still... didn't sleep much either, due to daylight savings and all that jazz.

The problem with that spacing off is when I come back to reality and found I've written pieces of poetic theme about a certain someone.

Not poetry. Pieces of poetic theme. The distinction is important.

OK, but seriously, though? I'm writing poetry? Is this weird as it seems to me? What's wrong with me right now? Am I freaking out over nothing?

I am wading into uncharted waters here. I need some outside opinions as to what the heck I'm doing here.

What we just discussed never leaves this site, by the way.