I’m working on my third and final term paper. I have a topic and a plan and a ‘ready to proceed.’ The only thing that I don’t have is time. It becomes increasingly clear that I will not be done by Friday. So I capitulate. I have asked for an extension.
They have beaten me. Oh well. It’s St. Patrick’s day. I am green and ready for a Father Jack.
Right now I really, really want to ‘remember something fondly’ and dwell on it for a little while. But I can’t come up with anything so I’ve bought an orange juice and stuck it with some VSOP and waved to some guy called ‘Lyons’ across the room.
He’s the only one so far today that I know.
Yesterday I saw everybody here.
And I talked to every last damn one of them for a very damn long time.
Damn Long Time.