Tuesday, June 28, 2005
The last day of class falls Thursday, with the Latin final on Friday and German at eight in the morning Saturday (which gives me an excuse to play hooky from that work shift, heh-heh). I need to find a reliable person from Latin class with whom to meet in a study-buddy group, for I missed a day last week wherein we were to have translated a couple of epitaphs. I love epitaphs, but I loathe participial forms.
Something in the air aggravates my neck, when I perchance venture into the outside world (beyond my dorm hall) for class or ellipticizing at the Rec. As with anything else that plagues me, I ignore the itching sensations and inwardly hope my neck doesn't fall off.
When I grow up, I would like to author a death book, in any context. The ones I read currently are fascinating and hilarious.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 7:47 AM]