Thursday, July 14, 2005
Today I designated my one sick day from school. I spent that time doing nothing constructive. Es war sehr schön. I worked an office shift, during which I had hoped to study intensely for the German exam I have tomorrow, but between checking a group of tennis players out of the building and listening to my supervisors discuss various housing department scandals, I only copied vocabulary terms. Reviewing those and the readings ought to suffice for the evening.
I made a new friend this summer, a housing staff member named Cody, who graduates in August and is moving to Kansas City next week for graduate school. I rather resent this. After befriending me, no one has the right to do as he pleases without my express permission.
I need the weekend to commence, nearly as much as I need to take up heroin injections. Next week I hardly work at all. It will be beautiful.
Robbie wants school to begin. I laughed at him.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 5:01 PM]