Green Eggs and Codfisch

Ow! I have stared in the face of evil, and it is named..... SCISSORS.

Evil, evil scissors. Who knew they were sharp enough to cut through skin? I have this strange horrible deep cut right on the tip of my finger. It hurts. Oh god, it hurts. :(

I had the most distressing dreams last night. It revolved around my inability to find any books in the library concerning Edna St Vincent Millay, as I need a poem of hers for an important presentation soon. Tied in with this dream was this: I could not translate "flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo" correctly. All night, I tried to translate it the "correct way", i.e., the Wikipedia version. But I couldn't find the right words.

If I cannot deflect the will of Heaven, I shall move Hell.

Good words to live by, I'd say.