Sunday, June 05, 2005
Now an hour and-a-half into this office shift, I rather regret scheduling myself into it, more because I am too tired to do something constructive than because I am severely inconvenienced.
I did translate a passage from a slightly sappy letter Cicero wrote to his bosom buddy, Atticus; he chided Atticus for not being around to console him in his loneliness. Das ist sehr homosexual.
I almost nodded off, typing.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 5:31 AM]