I gave up.

On the whole poetry thing, at least.  Right now, I'm in a hotel room in Bennington, Vermont, and I think that it will be required that I have Ben and Jerry's ice cream at some point.  I'm also listening to "Don't cry for me Argentina" on youtube, on repeat. I am not going through some sort of breakup. That's just what I feel like doing.

It's so beautiful here. I wish I could write a poem about it. You can actually see stars.