It is a Thursday

I am supposed to be preparing for my 230 tutorial, but since there are more than 20 discussion questions, and I won't be able to prepare in time, I've decided to blog instead.

There is something very wrong with me.

I am in a constant sian mood.

And the worst thing?

I can't figure out why.

Youll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
Youll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in the fields of gold

So she took her love
For to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold