His wings as drifted snow, his eyes as flame

Arrrgh.
I have gotten to the point where even thinking about writing my Methodologies paper makes me stressed. I haven't finished another that I need to write, but I still need to get my ass moving on Mr. Cranmer et. al. Sheeee-it.
I had my piano jury today. I played ". . . poorly." Well, maybe not poorly, but I didn't think it went particularly well. *shrugs* I'll go talk to Jackie sometime next week. I won't have the energy or the time to deal with it until Wednesday, at least.
Back to the ancient Greeks.