Thursday, November 29, 2007
Yesterday, the coffee I had stuffed into my backpack burst forth upon The Great Scott, my mega-groß Greek-English lexicon. The lip of the cover on my mug never closed all the way. Oh, well- perhaps the faded scent of mocha will overpower the more reeky smell of my hand sweat.
Ich kann mich nicht konzentrieren, weil ich um fünf Uhr gewacht habe.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 7:30 PM]