Wednesday, September 08, 2004
My stepbrother, whose father lives in Lubbock across the street from campus, apparently flew up this weekend to live with his father again. I don't blame him for seeking refuge from The House of Usher. I will not contact him, though, because he does not drive. I do not like the weasely little fellow, so chauffeur services would be his only worth. He therefore is worthless.
This afternoon I read most of Hesiod's Theogeny, in which he describes Kronos' severance of Ouranos' genitalia and the genitalia's subsequent sea journey. Rub-a-dub-dub, heh-heh.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 5:19 PM]