Nix on the Non-Rec

Cramming Billy Shakes is a brilliant idea.

Took the exam hoy. Though my ideas flew from my black-pen to the blue-booklet in a brutal scrawling tempest of print and script, rabid even, bereft of cohesive form and seeming bewitched... t'least they flew. I'll take a torrent over a trickle any day.

Though, wait that I post my grade before you run free on my ill advice.

Newer Observations:

(a) At work, I derive a flush of pleasure in being able to detach documents that have been stapled... without using that ridiculous tool they call a staple remover. If I flick my wrist right, swift and with what I believe is called a flourish, the page comes off clean with only the neat three-quarter inch scar of the cursed staple for evidence. This must be the feeling talented waiters get when they snatch tablecloths from under pricey tea-sets without disturbing the place-settings. Does this really happen?

(b) In Spring on campus, when it has rained enough, the next morning the air smells like a wet equestrian mane. Faintly.

(c) In Spring on campus, I have seen students passing 'neath the pines at times who seem to be thrown into sudden short fits of possession, where they wave their hands about and contort their bodies in a frenzy. I of late have discovered the cause of this strange humor. It appears there is a plague of yellow-furred caterpillars that inhabit campus each May.
They alight themselves on skinny slinky strings of silk, hung from the branches of trees. They, being light and subject to the wind, spend their sunny afternoons aloft, floating along the student walkways. Many an innocent back-packed biped hath disturbed their wake and so in turn been disturbed-- as these brutish creatures are easily not spotted till a head-on collision is imminent. This is the cause of the spasmodic fits that seem to have overcome the pedestrian population, too coked up on Starbucks and Sparknotes to react with poise. Ay me.

In fin,

Right about now, right now... 12:32AM. This is a lonely time of night, I find. Very lonely.