I'm concurrently reading Hunter S. Thompson's Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas and Henry Adams' The Education of Henry Adams. I possess neither the time nor the patience to blog in earnest tonight, but if I did certain strange facts would come to light, such as: I am tempted by a manic impulse to curb absences next quarter by altering one of the Good Doctor's classic memos. To wit:
Henceforth, anyone with more than two absences will be dragged down to the basement and have his scrotum torn off.....and, conversely, any offender without a scrotum will have one permanently attached to her. I feel such measures are necessary, even vital, to the health of this classroom. I mean to enforce it. This is a university--not a god damn dude rach, and any student who feels he/she cannot abide by the these new regulations, had better get out NOW. There will be no second warnings.
Need I blog more?