Saturday, January 21, 2006
The clothes I pulled out of the gym locker compiled their own laundry load. I spent the early afternoon reading Kosmos as my laundry circulated through the washers and dryers I managed to secure from the paucity available in my floor's laundry room. It contains four washers, one of which has been out of order since the middle of last semester, and another of which does not ever accept the quarters I have attempted shoving into it at various angles and with differing degrees of force. I am particularly miffed about the washer that has been for months sitting out of commission. How long could it possibly take to fix it, or to procure a new one? The University sucks money out of me and everyone else at every turn, but no one bothers to fix basic things in and around the residence halls. Yeargh.
I completed absolutely none of the homework I had originally planned to at least skim at some point today. I rationalize that I should have the whole of tomorrow evening (after work and working out) to read over German vocabulary, read two chapters of Greek, translate ten Greek exercise sentences and six or seven lines of more or less authentic Greek text, and read through the next German short story. Of course, this all will happen.
Am Montag hoffe ich, daß wir in die "Gym" Kurs trainieren werden. Für die letzten zweiten Tage haben wir nur nichts machen. Ich habe das langweilig gefunden.
Jetzt muss ich arbeiten. Ich hasse mein Leben.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 2:50 PM]