Thursday, March 02, 2006
I had considered riding Dieter and Aulus after work, but with my eyes bleary from exhaustion, I determined I ought to scurry straight dormward for a decent sleep, as tomorrow morning I must again arise early in order to study for the German oral exam most intensely. This morning I attempted to complete the next German reading, sat through a video during the Trojan War seminar period, then went to the German Readings class to find it had been cancelled. Ausgezeichnet.
The next approximate hour and-a-half I spent somewhat chilled as I parked on a bench outside the foreign language building to copy vocabulary from the German story. Tim and Matt emerged eventually to eat healthful lunches, somewhat tainted by the Otis Spunkmeyer cookies I had brought them this morning. Otis tastes delectable fresh. Having conversed with them a few moments further, I strode to an eight-hour work shift, which drained that many more hours from my life. It also added four or five zits to my face that did not exist thereupon nine hours ago.
Ich habe Hunger, aber ich kann jetzt nicht essen. Ich muß schlaffen.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 7:26 PM]