I AM TOO FUCKING SCATTERED FOR MY OWN DAMN GOOD!!

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Shoes.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH.

So in my "Come on Pilgrim" dress (you know she loves you-- levitate me). Just got back from class.

And, I was right. When walking over I said that my body stays alert for Joe's class, and then crashes and burns immediately after... god the things I would do for a nap... you just don't want to know. (Or do you?)

I want to change my conference work for Joe (again!) and discuss Dante's Divine Comedy with respect to the influence of Savonarola in Florence.

Is this because it's the name of my brother's old band? Nah.
Is it because of the unhealthy obsession I harbored while in Florence? Possibly.
Is it because I stood on the exact spot where he was hung and burnt? I think so.

We looked at the Pieta today. Kinda funny, as soon as I told the Senator she cracked up.

Duchess: So my background is now Bernini's David.
Cap'n: Such a nerd.
Duchess: Whatever, I'm at least a hipster art history type nerd.
Cap'n: Whereas I'm...
Duchess: Your average run of the mill nerd.
Capn'n: I like to think of myself as classic.
Duchess: Oh! Really? Don't make me hit you.
Cap'n: Will it feel like a kiss?
Duchess: I don't know. Let's see. (beats Cap'n with her ARTH notebook) Did that feel like a kiss?
(Cap'n pauses.)
Cap'n: A little.
Duchess: Dammit, I'm not doing it right. (lifts notebook again to strike.)