I haven’t felt this “needy” and anxious in a long time. Every time I see a sexy guy going by, I feel this overwhelming sense of attraction and desire and need to be with the guy. I haven’t felt this way since September/October 1999 when I went quasi-crazy. Just hold out til next Thursday.

On another note, in some down time I’ve been checking out Amazon dot com and updated my wish list. I discovered this network of book and movie reviewers that piqued my interest in writing. I have several books at home that I’ve read and would like to comment on. The same can be said for several movies – one in particular screams out at me: Urban Legend. God, what an awful movie.

A note for me: Gramatically speaking, what is the difference between using “which” and “that” to join a dependent clause. This site provides answers to typical and some rather complex English and grammar questions.

William Blake (1757-1827) wrote one of my favorite poems:

Tiger, tiger, burning bright,
In the forest of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
When thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand forged thy dread feet?

What the hammer? What the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dared its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did He smile his work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?

Tiger, tiger, burning bright,
In the forest of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

Information on William Blake can be found here and here.