It's finals week and I'm feeling sluggish. I stare at something for maybe five minutes and it still won't click. Either I need more sleep or a diversion. At 7 A.M., the Ride was being played rather loudly from an adjacent house. I had only managed to briefly surface to consciousness before going to sleep again.
Other news: Apparently last Thursday, the sophomores declared a fake "ditch day". Ditch Day is traditionally reserved for the seniors. The seniors will have their revenge.
Reading: The New Yorker. There's an interesting article about Japanese fashion by Rebecca Mead in this week's issue. If you actually have the hard copy, there's some really bizarre photographs by Martin Schoeller. Makes me glad that I have no style whatsoever (as compared to bad style). The Last Words. Both morbid and fascinating. I like H.L. Mencken's quote, "If, after I depart this vale, you ever remember me and have thought to please my ghost, forgive some sinner and wink your eye at some homely girl." Fumes and Visions Were Not a Myth for Oracle at Delphi. Productive dreaming? Eh, just those wacky geologists and their notorious happy hours.
