Saturday, March 18, 2006
Meine Brüsten sind zu groß. I finished sewing the Bucky Katt shirt last night (sedately listening to classical music and drinking a bottled Starbucks beverage, this picture of "cultured Lauree" broken only perhaps by the giant, chili Slim Jim I was munching), tried it on, and discovered that Bucky Katt's head and upper torso stretch out horizontally, with the lower half of the image fading toward my tummy. Ich haße mein Leben. I began a second shirt late this morning, but I probably shan't complete it until next weekend, after I will have turned in three papers for three different classes.
From Monday through Thursday, I woke up early in the morning to ellipticize (four miles), showered, did stuff, then returned to ellipticize (another four miles) and ride Wolfdietrich (mileage not calculated). The Rec opens late in the afternoon over the weekend, however, so I am now antsy to go put in my miles. I built up some strength in my legs, which I do not want now to slacken. Also, I am tearing through Tacitus like a crazy fiend whilst I ride Wolfdietrich, and I am eager to finish him so that I might begin something a little more entertaining, perhaps Plato.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 11:23 AM]