Anna A. Gurley, CPhT
For the first time today I realized that the trees were changing colors. We went to the movies and saw "Clue," and Red Stripe was the cheapest beer there, and we shared a whiskey bottle between the seats and laughed about Yvette's monstrous tits. We left without viewing the second half of the double feature because David doesn't like vampire movies, and now Stanton is telling me that Alice Cooper became a born-again Christian in the '80s. So much for pathos.
I'm sick but I'm pretending I'm not. I'm racing the greyhounds around the track and stealing any antihistamine nasal spray I can get my hands on. (Unfortunately, that's all been left behind in Durham.) And now I'm somehow reminded of driving through the mountain dark toward Stanton's ancestral home, listening to "Half a Person" and realizing how much Belle & Sebastian owe the Smiths. Meanwhile, my coworkers think I'm weird for not caring about football, and I eagerly await the chance to suffix my name with my newly-garnered title. Maybe one day. Before that day will come many and terrible Days of Rage; never doubt it, my friends (wink).
I'm sick but I'm pretending I'm not. I'm racing the greyhounds around the track and stealing any antihistamine nasal spray I can get my hands on. (Unfortunately, that's all been left behind in Durham.) And now I'm somehow reminded of driving through the mountain dark toward Stanton's ancestral home, listening to "Half a Person" and realizing how much Belle & Sebastian owe the Smiths. Meanwhile, my coworkers think I'm weird for not caring about football, and I eagerly await the chance to suffix my name with my newly-garnered title. Maybe one day. Before that day will come many and terrible Days of Rage; never doubt it, my friends (wink).