The Raven

The Raven
by Edgar Allan Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
" 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door;
Only this, and nothing more."

( Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December, )

I remember when my daughter first heard this poem read by James Earl Jones (what a voice!) she said: It's just words. How can it make you feel that way?

How indeed?

Happy Birthday Edger Allen Poe!

I am NOT obsessed!

Moreover:

I will not succumb to bittorrenting.
I am strong.
And none of my computers could burn the files off.


....


Besides, I still have seasons two and three I have to buy on DVD.
And I still don't have seasons five and seven of SG1.
I have enough to watch.

....


Did I mention a crossover fic that is infecting my brain?
*Whimper*


....

The is no hope for me.

STOP ME!

Please.

It is the worst fic ever.

Please stop me before I read more of it.

Thank you.