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I choose the last day of summer vacation to pick up my proverbial pen. Still...perhaps it couldn't have been a better time. I suspect that this summer class will be a t.a.r.d.i.s and plop me in the middle of everywhere and anywhere and possibly nowhere in which I will be whelmed (prefix uncertain) with academical and personal forces deluging my poor self with sundry experiences, which will provide proverbial ink for said proverbial pen.
That happens tomorrow, though. Today my words have congealed and are not flowing in the remotest sense of the word.
Curses.
That happens tomorrow, though. Today my words have congealed and are not flowing in the remotest sense of the word.
Curses.