Saturday, December 11, 2004
The final mythology exam took twenty minutes to complete. We relocated to an unused room because the lock code on the door to the regular meeting room changed, with no notification to my instructor. Last week some hoodlum broke into the classroom and attempted to steal the ceiling projector equipment, which meant the last several lectures contained no amusing slides. I was intensely disappointed.
Last night Amy and I watched White Christmas and made a jolly time of it, with boisterous singing and such. I intend to introduce this enchanting film to April, though she will likely not find it as entertaining as I. But, as always, I shall contribute embellishments of sorts to enhance the viewing experience.
At lunch marinara sauce spilled onto my shirt (specifically: the right breast)... and the crotch of my cargoes... and my shoe... each at different times during the course of the meal. The sweat stains under the armpit of my shirt make for a lovely accentuation.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 9:57 AM]