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I am supposed to research a man(or is it a women?) named Francis Trollop , a journalist.......and there is no such person. There is an Anthony Trollope and his mother Frances Trollope but no Francis Trollop. I have searched the internet high and low- I have even looked in two different encyclopedia's with no luck whatsoever. I am exasperated and yet I shall continue to search because my grade is on the line....

Have you ever had one of those days, where you are just kind of difiting? I really cannot put a name to what I am feeling right now, it is an overall strageness though I have known such moods before. I feel an overall disconect and really at this moment I do not want much to do with anyone, though I cannot say I truly feel depressed or gerneally negative in any real way. I cannot say just what I feel.

Nor can I quite decipher just what I want at this moment, I am completely unable ...

The oft rescheduled cancer surgery was performed today. There is some satisfaction it took place on what would have been my father's 93rd birthday.

The night before I had the 4-midnight shift and it was for all intents and purposes a dead night at AAA. I had two calls left over at midnight and got out on time.

Now the long suffering spouse had overindulged in Coco-cola Blak yesterday along with ice dream--saved me any lately--not a chance. We each think we are doing ...

it was a dusty long road
to travel endless miles
without sight of the end

savoring the soft beads
of moisture
cooling the hot wind
across my face
languidly we moved as one

the rhythmic sway
as she ambled onward
kept my mind from sleep
it so longed for

the deep blue sky
talked a gentle ...

Sorry, I just have so much to report - sections and discoveries, comparisons and references - I may blog as time permits with the jewels from my dig.

As I have said, American writers suck eggs, and this is evidence to support that hypothesis.

Everyone thought Whitman was grande (I never saw anything in him remarkable, but that is me) with his "Song of Myself" and praise of nature, but Byron did it first. He did it first and he did it better. Compare "I ...