The Verdict
After a CT scan, I've learned that I have a mild concussion.
Just for waking up this weekend, I am a badassmuthafucka.
Too bad I feel like I have a pane of glass separating my synapses from firing correctly.
The Ultra Quick
OPEN:
life a shambles / drowing in papers of other people, most who can't write / breakdown freakout on telephone with my mother / politico thoughts? / who will be reelected / what does America want to hear? / tank a quiz / have more office hours / get stood up by student who I waited around extra time for / check email to see if kid emailed me to say something came up / no / email from professor: form letter about how I did not pass my preliminary examination in very diplomatic and absurdly passive agressive English / grade more papers / get rear-ended by another vehicle / wait over 1 hr for metro police to show up / go to a party / wake up the next day (perhaps I don't have a concussion) / deal with auto crap all day / buy a yo la tengo cd / by shears to cut away part of my bumper cover and do the job in the home depo parking lot / eat a chicken gyro / read about dada and think of diuretic with OlO in CAH / read Kant / go to another party / drink cranberry juice like in that song by Gay Dad about sparkling beverage with lime / walk to a closed convenience store / refuse to be part of a dance party / go to Waffle House / eat hashbrowns - how many ways can you do it? / think of a Denny's run at 3am with PhiLL and Flynn talking radio stuff senior year / drink bad diner coffee / drive home / grade one more paper / bed at 3am.
FIN
(this takes place roughly from Thurs. night to early Sun morning.
