Sunday, May 22, 2005
My finger smells like Nutella- as the label advertises, it tastes good on everything. Earlier this morning I walked to the gas station to cash in two (2) Dr. Pepper and two (2) Coca-Cola caps for a total of four (4) one-liter bottles of carbonated goodness. I put them in a recently-acquired minifridge, which is rapidly proving itself quite possibly the single greatest investment of my college career thus far.
Other than sleeping, reading, and eating (occuring in no particular order), I have done little with this short break time. I did reflect the other day on how little time I now spend reflecting on things, when I used to reflect often on things reflectable, but in reflection even that was short-lived.
I checked out an ancient Greek history book from the library, which narrates through archaeological and literary documentation, often in a manner as follows: "Herodotus tells us..." "We have also, according to Pausanias..." All the "we" stuff irritates me when I read anything, because although Herodotus was a sort of historian, he was not writing for me. He is not my friend, and he is divulging no secret to me alone. The author of the current book is no buddy of mine, either, and I resent his including me in the discussion. I'd rather he pay my tuition.
I like books more than I like people.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 11:56 AM]