Today was rainy. Rainy and cold. I woke up late for Physics and had a test in Chemistry (that I was prepared for, thank God, but still, tests don't rate high on my list of things to do on V-Day). Now I'm sitting in the Grind while my roommate is in 108 with his girlfriend, with coffee all over my lap from where I spilled it in surprise after burning my tongue on firey mocha.
I'm not superstitious, but I think Cupid has it out for those who don't respect him.
Can we please fast forward to spring?
I'm not superstitious, but I think Cupid has it out for those who don't respect him.
Can we please fast forward to spring?
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Today Moe spent hours in his little cage before they took him out and cut off the hair from his back. And now he has to be dipped weekly for eight weeks for his ringworm. He is bald, fat and unhappy...play therapy may be in order.
He is beginning a diet of fresh rabbit--as soon as it arrives. This should help him return to health.
Some of your skin cream rubbed liberally into his skin won't hurt, either.
Meanwhile he has been banished to the kitchen while the rest of the house is de-fungused.
Suffering seems to fill whatever space is available, doesn't it?
As for Spring, isn't it M.Ledeen who ends all his essays "faster please"? That's the right sentiment re sunshine and floweres: faster please.
~D
PS as if the disease weren't enough the 'cure' is a dip in some kind of sulfur compound that smells like rotten eggs. They gave us masks but none for Mosely.
Oh well. You'd think they'd put it in a more romantic month than February, too.
Cheer up -- in 5 billion years, the sun will go nova and consume this miserable little planet, so none of this will matter, anyway.
IN EVERYONE THERE SLEEPS...
Guys, *Saint* Valentine's Day is so not about y'all...here's his story:
St. Valentine was a priest in Rome during the reign of Emperor Claudius II. Claudius the Cruel eventually ran out of willing soldiers for his endless and ruthless military campaigns. So he cancelled marriage. He figured that if men were not married they would be willing to go off to war. St. Valentine continued to secretly marry couples. He was apprehended and martyred on the 14th of February about the year 270. Obviously St. Valentine believed that marriage was worth any cost, even when the marriage was not his own.
It was inconvenient of him to die in February and all, but I don't think they asked him if he'd like to wait until a more seasonable time. Or maybe, since his momma tole him it never hurts to ask, he did sugggest a delay so he could maybe see the flowers one more time;look where it got him.
Here's what the day is supposed to be about, per that genius, Phillip Larkin:
In everyone there sleeps
A sense of life lived according to love.
To some it means the difference they could make
By loving others, but across most it sweeps
As all they might have done had they been loved.
That nothing cures.
Damn, it sure doesn't.
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