The college has gotten my goat again, if there was any goat left to be gotten. This time, the library didn’t have even one (1) out of three (3) books recommended for research for an essay worth 15% of my final grade, due this Friday. Fantastic!
All I do is laugh.
I dreamed this morning that I was in a small hotel room full of bees. I think I bit one. I woke up thinking I should eat a steak a day, and dreading writing an essay for which there are no sources. I also had a song I made up in my head.
Dan, every time I saw Axe today, I thought of Corner Gas. Thanks, bud.