On a day in which I have spilled coffee down (not on, down) my shirt, walked home from class at 5:30 IN THE DARK, back to class at 6:50 IN THE DARK, and home from class at 10:00 IN THE DARK, have zipped my neck skins into my jacket zipper, and have a quiz tomorrow that I can't muster up the fear to study for, I'd like to leave you with this snippet from my Modern Lit class:
It's certain that fine women eat
A crazy salad with their meat.
Thank you, W B Yeats, for making it ok.
1 comment:
Aw... it's when you have days like this that I'm so thankful that you have Joel to come home to.
Luv,
Mum
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