  here's a nice poem that cheered me up. that, and a wonderfully validating conversation with Dana. Farewell, Love Sir Thomas Wyatt the Elder Farewell, Love, and all thy laws forever, Thy baited hooks shall tangle me no more; Senec and Plato call me from thy lore, To perfect wealth my wit for to endeavor. In blind error when I did perserver, Thy sharp repulse, that pricketh aye so sore, Hath taught me to set in trifles no store And 'scape forth since liberty is lever. Therefore farewell, go trouble younger hearts, And in me claim no more authority; With idle youth go use thy property, And thereon spend thy many brittle darts.
For hitherto though I have lost all my time, Me lusteth no longer rotten boughs to climb. early 16th century. nothing like homework to take my mind off a broken heart. i hope i get called upon tomorrow in class to read aloud something i liked. thanks, Dana. you're right; we're upset with her. and yeah, i'll have the strength to give my heart again someday soon. just angry and hurting and missing her now. 
