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Today is my last day of spring break...
On the plane to Jersey, I read all of And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie.
Last night I read Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe cover to cover.
All morning I've been drinking tea and researching my paper about the world news media's failure to accurately cover Patrice Lumumba's assassination. I'm going to miss this.
(I won't mind the the FLIPPIN SNOW delays me at the airport tomorrow morning; maybe I'll finish Heart of Darkness and The Collected Works of Anne Sexton.)
On the plane to Jersey, I read all of And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie.
Last night I read Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe cover to cover.
All morning I've been drinking tea and researching my paper about the world news media's failure to accurately cover Patrice Lumumba's assassination. I'm going to miss this.
(I won't mind the the FLIPPIN SNOW delays me at the airport tomorrow morning; maybe I'll finish Heart of Darkness and The Collected Works of Anne Sexton.)