Bloglet, the gentleman's mock turtle soup --
Moss made it sweeter than myrrh ash and dhoup

Nepomuk Aspic: You've moved up a form. Recite your lessons as they currently stand. Platonism Elbow: Lesson one: exiting. Also entering. Lesson one, part two: advanced concepts. Lesson two: Athletics in space. Lesson three: Action and inaction. Lesson four: Hops, their cultivation and feeding. Lesson five: Discernment of cheeses. Lesson six: He left through the third door. Lesson seven: Quiddity, prolixity, sensuality, digression, coercion, defamation, definition, contrition, etc. Lesson eight: Red. Lesson nine: Faeries, their varieties and habits. Lesson ten: How to build it. (Survey course.) Lesson eleven: Cloaking and covering, principles and application. Lesson twelve: He met them on the corner and fled into the night. Platonism Elbow: A full load. Nepomuk Aspic: Full marks! And an extra for deportment. It is recorded. _ respond? 02:15:10 AM, Tuesday 15 March 2005

Met with the advisor lady and all is cool. Now I just have to talk with my senior seminar tutor about the recommendation he's writing me, revise my senior essay, and write my statement of purpose. Also got my official GRE scores today. Can now prove that I wasn't lying. And I got a 6 on the Analytical Writing section, so hoopla. Went to the ritzy grocery store for mache, ribs, mango lemonade, and cabbage soup, and had the loveliest dinner in the living room with my ma, listening to Chevalier Saint-Georges. Unfortunately, I'm in the robot-face phase of sleep dep (I got about four hours, but had been up for twenty-four until then) and everything's got a bit of a glum cast about it, despite good company and good fortune. Had a fabulous time last night (when I was in the hyper-punchy phase) with my girl at the Sunburnt Cow, celebrating Orien's Cheerful Testosterone Party. Horrible horrible disco, an unforeseen drag queen competition, three accidentally extinguished candles, and footed mushroom head performance. Not to mention random-ass virgin melanges and monstrously tasty pavlovas. And before that, the Met, with me maaa. (His what? His maaa.) Saw some great stuff, including an Assumption of the Virgin flocked with freaky limbless winged baby heads. Wow. My browser just crashed and I got to use Moss's entry rescue feature for the first time. This man is beautiful. You rule unbearably, Moss. Life really is a damn sweet thing. I'll be able to march jauntily in step with it again after Wednesday. For now, I'll make up the difference with Coleridge and Crunchie bars. _ respond?