Hey, Sarah!  Welcome.  I was just wondering how you got turned on to Sylvia Plath.  I noticed you have one of her quotes on your door in Taylor's video, and another on your myspace blog.
This is one of my favorite passages . . . 
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary. 
Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls. 
How I would like to believe in tenderness - 
The face of the effigy, gentled by candles, 
Bending, on me in particular, its mild eyes. 
Her words sometimes make me want to cry.
Rosencrantz: Another curious scientific phenomenon is the fact that the fingernails grow after death, as does the beard. 
Guildenstern: What? 
Rosencrantz: Beard. . . The toenails, on the other hand, never grow at all.