Monday, November 14, 2005
One of the slides my professor kept on display during ancient sexuality class depicted a hilarious gladiator chime. His phallus is probably as long as he is tall, and it is turning into a lion and attacking him. The gladiator holds a sword with which he attempts to decaptitate the lion. This is illustrative of masculine anxiety.
Heute Abend darf ich krank zur Arbeit telefonieren. The chest congestion disgusts other people. Plus, I spent last night restless with this dread disease and have been thus rendered too physically exhausted to stand serving chicken strips for eight consecutive hours. I need a nap.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 1:14 PM]