The Seasons Are Confounded

Jan 12, 2006 13:55

I, the prime minister of paleness, the supreme wielder of whiteness, the grand vizier of ghostliness, have pigment. I don't think the temperature has ducked below forty during the day since I returned to Nashville, and there's actually color returning to my arms. IN JANUARY! What in the world is going on?

Climate craziness aside, the semester has begun and all I really want to do is sit around and read what I want. I don't feel bad about this, since I'm reading Dickens, Thoreau, Hawthorne, Oswald Chambers, and the Bible. Mostly I'm just wondering how much time I should really be spending on philosophy. I'm so bad at arguments in that vein.
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