Wednesday, September 29, 2004

Thoughts Arrive Like Butterflies

Procrastinating yet again, drinking some good java out of a cup -- nay, a goblet -- that would make the Mad Hatter jealous. Washing laundry for the first time in two weeks. Paying my bills and helping cook dinner. Basically doing everything except figuring out what exactly a Carbolic Smoke Ball is.

An idea for the Posse (Milton included)... let's see who among us can induce the most no's from our professors tomorrow. A contest of feigned -- but more often, actual -- ignorance. If you get more than 20, I will pay you $50 (a unilateral contrat that I will unquestionably revoke as you near 18). See, I can talk about acedemic things in my blog, as well.

But I should probably crack the books now, or "hump" them as a good friend's mother is fond of saying. At least, I think she was talking about books. A good evening to all, and for those about to rock -- including my girlfriend -- I salute you.

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