It's that time of the semester -- weeks 12 through the end -- that I turn into a zombie whose singular goal is to strip the flesh from every book, article, and wayward student to feed my unquenchable thirst for words... Wooordss... Gurrr...
In a flash, it's a doozy, because I'm boozy, but eh, it's after nine o'clock... For the record, I am completely sober --- unless you count the latte I made for myself earlier. If I didn't have a meeting with my professor about a paper later, then I might slip some whiskey into the next one. Maybe that will be something I will do after class...
James JOYCE! James JOYCE! Let the world rejoice! It's James JOYCE!
Four more weeks! Four more weeks! Grading sucks, let's get on our feet... And grooooovve baby, grooove baby, groove baby grooove!
I wouldn't stop the world and melt with you, I'd melt with you and we'd turn into mecha-godzilla and stop the world. BWaahahahahahahahahaha!
Andy Kaufman is, in fact, still alive and living in my basement.
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