Saturday, December 17, 2005
In order to prepare for the possibility of my K-hole compatriots arriving in the armpit of America after a long trek across the vast emptiness of west Texas, today I am journeying forthward to the mall, which I abhorr absolutely but which provides certain sausages and cheeses for a certain best friend's father, who assuredly deserves a big pile of them. Said best friend might receive something as well, provided I remember her.
Edward Gibbon pens the word "insensibly" insensibly often, but I admire his use of "appellation" in various contexts and I shall endeauvour henceforth to appellate persons and things I used only to call before.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 9:52 AM]