Thursday, September 30, 2004
I just ate a deli sandwich (perhaps a little too fast) that I can feel hurtling through my digestive system. Right now it is midway through the small intestines. This painful affair reminds me of that episode from The Magic Schoolbus wherein Ms. Frizzle takes the kids on a field trip through Ralphie's digestive system via potato chip. My mother once purchased from an elementary school bookfair an amazing piece of children's literature entitled, What Happens To My Hamburger?. I liked the ending best.
The Father mailed my Texas driver's license (finally). I am hideous. I want to beat my face in with a sledgehammer.
I attended the Logic discussion this afternoon, which cleared a few matters. The multiple choice sections will probably concern definitions and recognition of certain patterns, which should not be difficult, but the applications... I never do well on applications in any subject; I'm far too spacey.
I have to go to the bathroom... now...
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 1:58 PM]