The cup now emptied, the black potion took its course.  New life and vigor coursed through my veins.  With renewed strength I watched my post. Yet this condition did not last–nay it could not.  For dwelling in this same potion lived a spirit. And now he torments me on my left and on my right.  My heart beats fast, but my vitality surely fades.  I hear a sound, but it is naught.  I see a vision, but it is surely a mirage.  And so I sit, captive to the demon I released when once I drank the cup of trembling.

- Me, circa finishing a cup of coffee

A few days ago I decided to cease and desist pursuing an MBA at this time.  Today I wrote DLP Advising to make this official. I simply sent them an e-mail with the subject “Withdrawl” and this ditty by Ada Cambridge:

Good-bye!–’t'is like a churchyard bell–Good-bye! 
    Poor weeping eyes! Poor head, bowed down with woe! 
    Kiss me again, dear love, before you go. 
Ah me, how fast the precious moments fly! 
            Good-bye! Good-bye!

We are like mourners when they stand and cry 
    At open grave in wintry wind and rain. 
    Yes, it is death. But you shall rise again, 
Your sun return to this benighted sky. 
            Good-bye! Good-bye!

The great physician, Time, shall pacify 
    This parting anguish with another friend, 
    Your heart is broken now, but it will mend. 
Though it is death, yet still you will not die. 
            Good-bye! Good-bye!

Dear heart! Dear eyes! Dear tongue, that cannot lie! 
    Your love is true, your grief is deep and sore. 
    But love with pass–then you will grieve no more. 
New love will come. Your tears will soon be dry. 
            Good-bye! Good-bye!

I hope they understand what I’m trying to say.