Friday, March 24, 2006
The ten-page paper I completed last night did not save properly. I opened the original file to find only the first four pages I had typed around three in the morning and subsequently saved. Fortunately, I do still have the pencil copy (which comprises about eight and-a-half pages), but in the computer version I had tweaked the rest of the paper and added more material to the conclusion.
Upon learning I had thus lost nearly three hours of work for this project, I did contemplate slitting my wrists. Considering the flag in the Veteran's Circle on campus would fly for a day at only half-mast (rather than be taken down entirely, never to be raised again, in memoriam), I instead drank chocolate milk and then ellipticized (as I did so, I thought to myself: Surely this milk is going to either a) churn disruptively in my stomach or b) come shooting back up my esophagus, but it remained where it was, presumably making only a normal change in composition.
Having slightly less homework than usual to complete over the weekend (with the exception of finishing the paper which was due yesterday), I am taking time this evening to read the quarterly magazine I finally received several weeks ago but never began reading. It highlights the flowering of the Gothic in Northern France. If one must choose, I would assert I am more a fan of the Baroque period, myself, but I really have not studied either too thoroughly. I do recall when I took piano lessons in high school, I chose Baroque pieces several times, to my instructor's apparent woe. Ich weiß nicht warum.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 2:13 PM]