Happy Birthday, Edgar Allan Poe.

well, thanks to this stupid flu bug I picked up at the end of last week, I've been quarantined to my room since Saturday. Lucky for all of you, my fever is gone, but I'm still contagious. Why is that lucky for you? Because I finally feel good enough to do something, but since I'm stuck in my room, all I can do is my blog. So, I get to bring you some trouble for the day.
Now, I thought about doing a word of the week, but I haven't been able to keep any real food down since Friday, so I don't really have the strength to create a post that has a lot of thought into it.
But, it was brought to my attention that today is Edgar Allan Poe's birthday. And as one of my favorite authors, I thought I would rip off wikipedia and share what I got with all of you in celebration of his birthday.
But before I do, I would like to say:

Oh wait. that's not right.... anyway, here's what I found on Poe for any of you who care:

 Edgar Allan Poe (January 19, 1809 – October 7, 1849) was an American writer, poet, editor and literary critic, considered part of the American Romantic Movement. Best known for his tales of mystery and the macabre, Poe was one of the earliest American practitioners of the short story and is considered the inventor of the detective-fictiongenre. He is further credited with contributing to the emerging genre of science fiction.He was the first well-known American writer to try to earn a living through writing alone, resulting in a financially difficult life and career.

He was born as Edgar Poe in Boston, Massachusetts; he was orphaned young when his mother died shortly after his father abandoned the family. Poe was taken in by John and Frances Allan, of Richmond, Virginia, but they never formally adopted him. He attended the University of Virginia for one semester but left due to lack of money. After enlisting in the Army and later failing as an officer's cadet at West Point, Poe parted ways with the Allans. His publishing career began humbly, with an anonymous collection of poems,Tamerlane and Other Poems (1827), credited only to "a Bostonian".

Poe switched his focus to prose and spent the next several years working for literary journals and periodicals, becoming known for his own style of literary criticism. His work forced him to move between several cities, including Baltimore, Philadelphia, and New York City. In Baltimore in 1835, he married Virginia Clemm, his 13-year-old cousin. In January 1845 Poe published his poem "The Raven" to instant success. His wife died oftuberculosis two years after its publication. He began planning to produce his own journal, The Penn (later renamed The Stylus), though he died before it could be produced. On October 7, 1849, at age 40, Poe died in Baltimore; the cause of his death is unknown and has been variously attributed to alcohol, brain congestion, cholera, drugs, heart disease, rabies, suicide, tuberculosis, and other agents.

Poe and his works influenced literature in the United States and around the world, as well as in specialized fields, such as cosmology and cryptography. Poe and his work appear throughout popular culture in literature, music, films, and television. A number of his homes are dedicated museums today.

Well, anyway- it's time for me to take some more medicine and sleep some more, woo-hoo!

Happy birthday, Edgar Allan Poe.

that's better.

<3 LD