Monday, May 02, 2005
Eike has never read Ogden Nash, and after staggering dormward, horrified, I copied a few poetry selections for him (adding my favourite Thomas Hardy poem, as well). Then I began packing boxes, hopefully to store them tomorrow afternoon (if a ride is to be found), for I am ready to leave.
Feeling lethargic, I might go to the rec, then put myself to bed rather than study for final exams. Two whole days I have to devote to such matters before commencing with exam the first: Latin and Greek Terminology.
Ich bin schlafig.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 4:34 PM]