Hamburger Day/Cheese Lovers Day/Accountant's Day/Violet Festival (Ohio)/Friendship Festival (Missouri)/Troutarama (Michigan)
2004-07-28 @ 11:24 p.m.

Ben's farewell to his blog ends surprisingly poignantly. I wonder if he realises it? Doing an essay at the eleventh hour again, quite literally. I always start out with the best of intentions when it comes to work, but it all falls apart. Something is fundamentally wrong with the way I work, and it's probably going to take a kick in the arse before I wake up and start getting serious. For now, I'm running as far ahead of the foot as I can. Today could have been so fulfilling, especially since Guitar was cancelled due to an insufficient number of people showing up. A bit of Joanne Harris, Philip Larkin, Alfian Sa'at, Shakespeare, Tolkien, etc. Maybe a bit of Latin, and even a little bit of my ridiculously thick History readings if I had time left. It was not meant to be. I should have known the moment I flopped onto my bed, like a fish returning to water, that I wasn't going to give a damn about the alarm that I'd just set. Dinner was a brief interlude before I went under for another hour. Then the whole Literature Day thing cropped up. We're doing animal poetry, if nobody's done it already. Yi-Xun, lunch had better be good. Our class wants a sense of responsibility. Manquer, pas vouloir. Well, at least I managed to get Eugene to settle The Woman In Black thing. Now to book the tickets for Private Parts. $65 or $105? $85 is sold out. Haha...