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10.16.01 9:45 am Bleh. Go grab a can. Any tin can. Tie it to a string. Leave about five or six feet of slack. Tie the other end to the back of your car. Go drive around your town for a half an hour or so. Then inspect the can. That is the purest description of how I feel today. Problem is, the car is sitting at a red light on a connector to the interstate. There is much more to be done. More than usual. It's a tenfold sort of Tuesday. In my Indo-European class, the professor couldn't make four sessions of his precious lecture. So he's holding make-up sessions. Make-up sessions! The class is an hour and fifteen minutes long, and on Tuesdays and Thursdays I have three consecutive periodsd, with this one the final one. Not now--now I have a fourth one at 8 pm or so. That's four classes. If I could have told my former high-school self all this, and he would have laughed at me. Then again, I am a tin can hanging onto the string for dear life. I'm still sick as a dog. It's sort of a general sickness--every symptom I can imagine has been in the rotation so far. Good drugs are hard to come by. I suppose this isn't so much as news as complaining. But I had to get it out somewhere, because yesterday was no-complaining Tuesday. Okay, that wasn't the exact name of it, it was "No-B!%@#ing Tuesday," but I can't write that--my grandma will be reading this! We instituted this law at dinner so that no one would be complaining about stuff. It worked wonders. Not much else is new around here: Stephen is finally back in town, having joined the ranks of people who have seen Iron Monkey (whom I begrudge eternally...or at least until they take me to see it). Oh yeah, and I might be coming home this weekend, so watch out Lawrencville. stub out |
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