Saturday, October 14, 2006
The antibiotics I took to relieve my foot infection have for the past week wreaked havoc on my stomach lining, I suspect. What once were firmly solid sorts of ejaculations have become ever-softer and less cohesive. Yesterday morning I took the last pill, and thus await the restoration of regular bowel activity.
Next week Greek and German exams occur, for which I am most unprepared. I had meant to make headway in one or the other this afternoon at the coffee shop, but felt entirely unmotivated. Hilariously, I sat in a group that included my Greek instructor, Steve, to whom I might have addressed any Greek-related questions, but I forewent studying Greek, opting instead to read through part of a book about the sculpture of the Parthenon.
I allowed Steve, Adrian (she wants me to call her "Mikki", but I refuse), and Shane to distract me too much, and did not get through as much of the book as I had desired. Steve played songs by Jeff Lynn and Thom Yorke for my benefit. I ought to look up The Travelling Wilburys.
Tomorrow I am set to study Greek with a few people from class. I hope it prepares me well enough.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 5:25 PM]