BPG

Cicero supposidedly wrote, "Ne difficilia optemus" or, "let us not wish for difficult things". I suppose that wishing for either a Monday or a Wednesday day to drop out of a week is much too difficult.

Ah well, I did try.

Attempted to attend the second office hour of my college career today to find the room packed. My guess? People really panicked after the midterm. Seems like the professors "You will FAIL if you don't come to office hours" does ring true for some people. A lot of people. I will cross my fingers and pray that I can still remember which end of the protein the proton binds to, on which subunit of the protein complex, come Friday, even though I am not religiously inclined. Healthy superstition's the way to go. As Margaret Atwood's pointed out, dreams and superstitions are hardwired into the human psyche. Even if we don't have green-eyed, overly-citrusy people wandering around to prove it.

A table have sprouted up today to join the two chairs that germinated last Friday. In a discussion that followed the end of class it camed out that Kate's Medieval Studies' professor considered her to be different, though not unique. Which may or may not be synonymous with the word "special" though, if it is, her level of specialness exceeds Annie's if only because some company out there, for some unknown reason, had sent her an envelope that was unsealed and empty. To her. As in, through the mailbox. Kate deduced that this meant that she's so special that they expected her to figure out the message even though the message wasn't there. We considered framing it. I pointed out we're looking into new apartment decor, anyway. Somewhere along the way logic schlepped off elsewhere and I finished making my dinner and ended up hearing the beginning of a story that was attempting to relate Jesus, Alexander the Great, marshmallow peeps, and black cats all in one go. It was a rather heroic attempt and I feel for the pressure that the poor little story must be under.

Now I'm going to go to bed. It's been a long day.