Monday, March 21, 2005
This morning my breath still tasted of Applebee's Sante Fe chicken salad (specifically, the onions), then it tasted of a Slim Fast cappuccino-flavoured drink. I could not decide which was worse.
Today the bookstore opened again, which meant I could finally purchase flashcards for my German vocabulary. If I prepare now for German and Latin, I ought to have time the week before final exams to cram knowledge from my other classes. My bracketed system cannot fail.
In German we spent thirty-five minutes discussing the Deutsche Mark. For the first ten minutes, though, we asked each other questions (auf Deutsch) about our spring break activities. I told my group I remained in town and made hundreds of Latin flashcards over a period of three days. Das macht Spass.
I expect the last three of my books to have arrived over the break, but the people at the office are waiting until the last minute possible to disburse the mail. I cannot stand this sort of torment. I am depressed, after all; the slightest disturbance could send me over the edge, and if I don't get my books, I might have to set fire to the building. Well, perhaps that sort of behavior is more "psychopathic", in which case, I will have been erroneously diagnosed.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 10:55 AM]