the old whore's diet gets me going in the morning

Ugh. It is now 7:16 am, and I must report to Santa Clara University by 8:30 to take the evil test on ALL LITERATURE, EVER, that I have been complaining about for weeks now. Daniel isn't even up to make me tea, as I've never seen him up before the highly reasonable hour of 10:30, and I'm not actually sure whether I've seen him up at 10:30, or just awake. So I must struggle though making tea myself, and hope I will still be alive come noon.

On the upside, studying for this evil test has made me realize I'd like to read some of the following which has not been fully explored:

More poems by John Donne
More poems by W.B. Yeats
A novel (or more than one!) by Edith Wharton
Nostromo, by Joseph Conrad

It has also made me realize that I don't want to read:

Anything by Willa Cather
Paradise Lost

And now a quick review of verse forms:

Rhyme Royal: Seven-line iambic pentameter stanza rhyming ababbcc
Ottava Rima: Eight line stanza rhyming abababcc
Terza Rima: A form invented by Dante for the Divine Comedy. Three-line stanzas with an interlocking rhyme scheme proceeding aba bcb cdc ded etc.
Spenserian: Nine-line stanza, the eight of which are iambic pentameter, and the final is iambic hexameter, an alexandrine. ababbcbcc.

And finally:

BLANK VERSE: is the one that is iambic pentameter
FREE VERSE: is the one that's just unrhymed verse in whateveramater

I don't know that tea is sufficiently 'old whore' for this morning.