Thursday, August 03, 2006
This morning I took the physical anthropology final exam, as well as the final quiz of the lab section, in about twenty minutes. I bought the Greek lexicon (das ist ungeheuer), the other books for the Greek class, and the two books required for the seminar on Greek and Roman art. I nodded off as I read the preface from the 1927 edition of the lexicon and, though I expected the rest of the text to be thrilling, I shut this massive tome and fell asleep on the Flinstone bench for about forty-five minutes. Dann hab' ich mich viel besser gefühlt.
Accompanying Adrian on various errands relating to her move between apartment complexes proved fruitful in the sense that I consumed Tex Mex and about sixty ounces of carbonated beverages between trips to both apartments, Wal*Mart, and Adrian's brother's house, which must contain some unapparent labryinthine network, for there were beer bottles "arranged" on the floor, on tables, in corners, throughout every room, perhaps coded somehow to lead Adrian's brother and his housemates back to civilization after their nightly revelries. Jim (the senectarian from whom I am renting the apartment) came by to drop off the key before he leaves this weekend to help his daughter straighten a lawsuit in which she is involved. Jim is "crazy woo-woo" religious, to convey his personality in Aprilean terms- he refers to "the power of prayer" and miracles throughout our meetings, among various other odd habits. Foremost among these is the odious fact that he is a "hugger", one completely oblivious to my obvious aversion to hugginess and other such expressions of affection. He is very, very nice, and very, very unstable.
Tomorrow I hope to begin moving things.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 10:24 PM]