Ahh....satisfaction. There's nothing like a sugar-cone full of chocolate-vanilla swirl soft-serve that is amazingly not completely frozen, melted, or lacking one of its parts. It's almost as good as convoginating, in fact, i believe they are related. Anyway...
So the tickets to see Michael Moore and Anne Coulter are apparently very sought after, and since there are only 1200 available seats, we're having some sort of an "internet lottery," which means I could obtain tickets to both, one, the other, or niether. If by some defect of the cosmos I get a ticket to see Michael Moore and not Anne Coulter, I will be a very dissatisfied customer of this university, as is very often the case. In the Log Cabin Democrat it states that there are to be no bags, backpacks, or packages of any kind in the hall where they are to appear. It's too bad, seeing as how I was planning on throwing vegetables at Michael Moore that I've stolen from the cafeteria. I guess they found me out.
Today my thoughts were turned back to Contest the First when in Malachy's book he mentioned "shaking hands with the unemployed." My, the Irish do have wit and plenty of it. I laughed so hard when I read it that everyone in the laundry room (Marissa) looked at me like I should be locked away. Farsheshe said I was brazen...
Today as I was strolling toward the ATM to see just how much money I don't have in my checking account (I haven't deposited my nice check yet), I saw a red flash in the distance on something that appeared to be a bike. I decided it must be eRIc. Who else would stop and check out the mechanical bull?
May your mother have an accident
Abroad in the loo.
Tomorrow I get to say goodbye to the Natural State for a bit and attempt to find my way once again through Oklahoma, the land of odd road signs, turnpikes, tolls, Native Americans, and my favourite pilot.
Off for tea,
seashell
