We struggle through life constantly trying to find each other with plaintive cries of Marco and Polo. We convene for pots of tea and discussions about everything and nothing. Somehow goats found their way into our repartee. There promises to be no logic to our content, just bits and pieces that we find on our travels.

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Maybe My Essay Would Write Itself If I Put A Bonnet On and Ran Away With A Mysterious Stranger.

Friend

hey

still the pope of procrastination?

18:00Me

hells yes

you?

18:00Friend

no

but i am the duke of doing fuck all



My attempts to study this weekend are a farce. For a little bit more procrastination, here are some pretty book covers I found while looking up dramatic farces in Spanish. 
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