Monday, June 19, 2006
Last night I inordinately ate tuna, and feel consequently this morning bloated and over-heated. I had agreed to play Frisbee Golf with a couple of my supervisors (to burn off dinner), but Megan (the office intern) did not knock on the door of The Lauree Lair until ten, which is bedtime for little Lauree, at least when Lauree works at four the next morning.
We made a run to TARGET after dinner, where I finally found a decent, relatively affordable baseball glove. Though I have never in any real organized capacity played baseball, it is the one sport I enjoy watching enough to know a little (very little) about. Anyhow, since coming to college an itch to at least play catch every once in a while has nagged at my bones, but I had not invested in a glove, since the ones at the sports stores cost zu viel and do not close properly. The one I came upon snaps shut as though it is already half-worn in, and it being the only one of its kind there, that I purchase it, with diminished funds, seemed fated.
Between swimming with Jenni and rock-climbing with Sharada and Kathrin this weekend, I have been reading The Iliad, from a good translation that is not literal but not "modern", either. The book cover has a gentle texture I rather like, with pages therein smooth and thin as well. After I finish The Iliad sometime in the next few days I plan to begin Reign of the Phallus, to which I have been recommended by Sharada and which cannot possibly prove unentertaining.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 2:39 AM]