i know i've been not so good at writing recently and have already apologized and failed once. i just have no desire to post un-interesting boring details about stress in college life because to tell you the truth dear reader, my audience is essentially me scattered around campus or perhaps slightly farther to satellite campii of liberal arts school in other states. there is my fellow from ivy league school who reads when i instruct him to do so, but that's about it. and of course you, monsieur avec ton pipe.
speaking of my fellow, as i'm sure you know omniscient reader, i own far more ivy league swag than liberal arts school stuff. recently at hebrew school i was sporting one such t-shirt. a rather rambunctious little jock who i'm sure would have taunted and poked and mocked and elbowed me had i been his age asked if i went to said ivy league. i explained that no, in fact, my fellow went there. wee basketball player asked if fellow plays football. no. then what does he play? i looked at the little twerp and said, he's really smart, then i sauntered off. showed him.
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