March was not a good writing month. Evidence: Issue 7.
Well, I had my spring break, which took place in winter, grr. The weather is improving here by small degrees, only to be done to death again by a nasty conspiracy of Mississippi wind and puckish storms. Drip, drip, drip. There's nothing quite like being battered by water.
The weather has made me want to stay indoors and enjoy the company of others. I occupy lots of space in the school's eatery, the Lynx Lair, where I bury my nose in metaphysics or Dostoyevsky and lose my concentration in the Simpsons or Saturday Night Live. I'll watch anything on Comedy Central, I'll see any cartoon, I'll play any game of pool, and I'll laugh at any well-formed jest.
All my intellectual energy has been spent in living from day to day on this campus of witticisms and living jokes. I'll try harder to pull a few surprises out of my hat to enchant your socks off.