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You know that noise it makes when you throw a fairly large rock into the ocean? That's what it sounds like in my sinuses every time I swallow. I do not need a cold this week. I do not need it next week either, but I REALLY do not need it this week. Oh well, at least I've got lemon tea.
So far I've received one of the two pairs of pants from last week. The one pair I got, of course, doesn't fit quite right, because they're a shade too long and the legs are too big around. The waist and the hips are just fine, though, and those are the two things no other pair of jeans gets right at the same time. Generally the hips are too small or the waist is too big, or they're just wrong all over.
I'm debating how much of this week's play (Lorenzaccio, by Musset) I can get away with not reading. Mostly because it seems to be one of those plays in which it takes five acts for too many characters to accomplish nothing. I don't like Victor Hugo's plays much either, but at least he had plots that moved. (Although he wrote in verse, and the verse he wrote has the same rhythm and meter as a lot of Dr. Seuss, so I had to keep not laughing while we were reading it.)
Between the Ides of March and Friday the 13th falling on a Saturday, I should have known this was going to be a tough week. Actually, it's a tough week because spring break is next week and should, by all accounts, have been last week. We're all tired. Me, I just want it to be warm(ish) out and stay that way for a while.
So far I've received one of the two pairs of pants from last week. The one pair I got, of course, doesn't fit quite right, because they're a shade too long and the legs are too big around. The waist and the hips are just fine, though, and those are the two things no other pair of jeans gets right at the same time. Generally the hips are too small or the waist is too big, or they're just wrong all over.
I'm debating how much of this week's play (Lorenzaccio, by Musset) I can get away with not reading. Mostly because it seems to be one of those plays in which it takes five acts for too many characters to accomplish nothing. I don't like Victor Hugo's plays much either, but at least he had plots that moved. (Although he wrote in verse, and the verse he wrote has the same rhythm and meter as a lot of Dr. Seuss, so I had to keep not laughing while we were reading it.)
Between the Ides of March and Friday the 13th falling on a Saturday, I should have known this was going to be a tough week. Actually, it's a tough week because spring break is next week and should, by all accounts, have been last week. We're all tired. Me, I just want it to be warm(ish) out and stay that way for a while.
