It's 9AM and I'm already singing "I'm the only gay Eskimo" like Van Morrisson. Tired! But feel better. Happier. ;) Stiff as hell, sleeping in my own bed just doesn't do it for me. Looking forward to religion now, got that in 2 hours. ;) And going to that lecture on the ancient Greek idea of fear, then meeting up with Rick. And no annoying St. Joe's twats around me. So it's a good start to the day.
Why do I think that's Sophie sitting across from me?
I'm the only gay Eskimo, I'm the only one I know, I'm the only gay Eskimo-oh-oh, in my triiiiiiiiibe...
Sometimes I feel shallower because I have less to write these days. Could it be that I merely have less to say?
Pretty good ending, too. Michelle's happy (Scott called and said sweet stuff, eh Shelley?), I've eaten (always a plus), I've been totally brown-nosing by going to that greek lecture, and I got to see Rick. Oh, and I decided on a topic for anthro of social movements- euthanasia. (So I did a project on it 2 years ago. It isn't cheating... Hope I kept my notes.)
Feelin' good. ;)
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