Random meanderings as I avoid work

Whoo!
I just figured out why my point group analysis of nitrate wasn't working. Hopefully that's the last time I forget that a p orbital only counts for 1 in determining symmetry.

Also, tonight's Smallville was back to more of the same old formulaic plot. I hate that.

I got a new book of poetry by Sharon Olds. It's interesting, although I don't feel as intimately connected to it as I do most of the poetry I like. I think it's more that the feel of it and the subject matter connect to one of the characters I'm trying to get a feel for.

The thing that I don't know, more than most of the things I know I don't know, is what I'm planning for post-grad studies. I want to go to grad school, but I'm not sure a) where I want to go and b) what I want to study. The other unfortunate thing is that I'm terrified of being wrong. This is stupid, because it means that I can stop myself from attempting problems, which means it takes me longer to learn the subject matter. For inorganic, this is not the best thing ever.

Also, i've lost much of my writing ability in the past year, and I'd like it to come back.

I should try my hand at writing poetry again.

On that note, here's an old one that I've been fiddling with lately.

Jesus at the Comfort Inn

Above his bed the bees
were swarming a lulling drone
pulling him awake from dreams
of bread and blood and
the touch of lips
on his face echoed
by the brush
of wings as he woke to
a swirl of yellow
and black low zzzzzzz hanging
heavy in the room
keeping him pinned to his bed
the transition from sleep
to waking, dream still fresh
in his mind, leaving him
disoriented the bees
less jarring than cotton
against his skin the mattress
under his body and
the cool dry air on his
face a breeze lifting strands
of hair from his forehead
stirring the curtains on
the windows and disturbing
the door enough that it
creaked open
spilling light