Monday, December 17
Um. My bid to finish Mason and Dixon before dinnertime was interrupted by Brigid, who came and sat with me and told me about numeracy. Rebecca made dinner for us and Renee Jess Dave, yummy and frantic, missed stat review to watch the Simpsons on the big screen. Ester came home to find me asleep with the book, listening to Orbital, and told me to go to bed. I did, but it took me two hours, Vanderslice and trying to find out who put out the new Pulp album. So midnight. Now I'm going to talk to Tom Francis at career services.
He doesn't want to talk about it
He's got a new name
He lives in McLean, Virginia
He doesn't want to talk about it
He's got a new name
He lives in McLean, Virginia
