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Eeeeeep. I am so not going to get anything done today, unless checking CNN every five minutes hoping there won't be another tsunami counts as getting something done. I hate knowing something bad is (probably) coming and not being able to do anything useful. I wish I could roll bandages or something.

So -- poetry therapy. I'm breaking my own rule about not taking new challenges till the last round of Iron Author requests are completed. This one is poetry only. If you're interested, leave me a comment with three words and a form, or a character/situation you want me to write as, and I'll write you a poem. However I reserve the right to flake if the words or form are too sadistic -- the point of this is to keep what remains of my sanity, not lose it trying to rhyme sesquipidalian in a natural-sounding manner.