Saturday, April 22, 2006

Still, That Explains Why French People Keep Slapping Me

I've decided to eliminate that entire joke, except for the punchline.

Day 3 (Friday) of my coffee habit was going OK, until I was cruelly tricked into drinking an evening mocha just before embarking on my Plato discussion. It is really frightening to realize that your mind isn't working properly; it's like waking up blind. I couldn't read a sentence without forgetting how it had begun. Fie on you, Mary!

But things could always be worse.

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