| Dec. 12th, 2004 @ 08:06 pm Just for fun. |
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The next seventy-two hours should turn out to be rather exciting. There will be finals, food, uncontrolled subtances and maybe sleep ahead. It doesn't get much more exciting than that.
There is a wind advisory in Madison tonight and our northern neighbors are being kept warm by their festering racism and we our booze. Happily we accept every-Hmong, drunk or racist. It should be well below freezing with the wind chill, so bundle you bundles, already. You're plants, by the way, are dead now, and there's no one to blame but yourself: God gave you plenty of leeway this fall, so suck it up.
I don't mean to be so preachy and paternally fatalist; it's just these finals. I've been the worst version of my student-self this semester, and although much of the fixing has already been completed and successful, I still need to hear that authoritarian moan, somewhere, to whip me into finishing my last essays of the semesters. That somewhere is in telling you to bundle up. You stay warm and I hear the sound of my own bossy voice: we are all winners.
I hope that all of your holiday preperations are going as well as they sound to be. For those that don't sound so smooth, I've heard that God answers more prayers than usual this time of year (something about miraclous candles or king infant, I can't remember). If you can't beat 'em, venerate 'em. Anyway, that's my motto, take it as you will.
Merry week, and be well. |
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