Tuesday, November 16, 2004
Today in ancient sports class I watched a video depicting phallic symbols found in Pompeii or Herculaneum (I forget which). Specifically, they each appear as a bronze-coloured wind chime (having spheric musical tube thingies and hanging stars) with a humongous hanging phallus. Sometimes the schlong curves upward. When the screen flashed these marvelous artworks, I got so excited I nearly hooted. I might have done so had I been in the mythology class (that professor rather likes me), but the ancient sports professor-lady is a bit dry, as I believe I have previously mentioned. Kathleen Turner narrated this particular film, adding to the hilarity.
I am hiding here (the computer lab) until I feel Amy and Robert may have arisen from their midday nap. I was going to conclude a letter to April and finish some reading, both of which are quiet activities, but I nevertheless feel unnatural about moving around a room with sleeping people.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 3:22 PM]