from the always great bookslut comes a link to the Guardian’s Poetry Mood Matcher. pretty damn accurate i’d say, considering it served me up Emily Bronte’s “Shall Earth No More Inspire Thee” saying “You’re experiencing a bit of an existential crisis, aren’t you? Here’s a poem to help you through your long dark night of the soul.”
and it is most fitting considering i very nearly burst into tears in a meeting this morning over something so incredibly stupid that i can’t help but feel a bit foolish. oh PMS thou art not our friend. not at all.