Jesus.

I just totally had a slept-through-class variety of nightmare. I knew I was stressed, but I didn't know that I was that stressed!

okay, feeling steadier now.

Forgotten Language

Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers...
How did it go?
How did it go?

-Shel Silverstein

omfg

JOSS WHEDON DIRECTING GLEE HOMG WHUT?!?! (actual non-shouty reportage here)