Jan 12, 2006 17:00
I do not know of a song that fits this day.
It is a respectably dreary day, yet not boring- just as if there was something happening tonight worth anticipating. But there is not.
Yesterday, while at Metro for class, I walked into the Ladies' Restroom, and found Doctor Masri, brushing his teeth.
He greeted me with a friendly "Hello," as if his appearance in the only place marked specifically for the use of women was not only to be expected, but welcomed.
Unsettled, I left the room.
It is my belief that the good doctor is the fourth on the list of people who do whatever they want.
I dislike Mrs. Palmer more and more by the hour.
"They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care;
They pursued it with forks and hope;
They threatened its life with a railway share;
They charmed it with smiles and soap."
-Lewis Carroll's "The Hunting of The Snark"