At Close of Day

It's going to take a really learned and creative individual to understand that title. I probably won't remember myself in a few days.

As we all know full well, I haven't been writing much lately. Partly because my vocabulary shrinks every day I am away from school and soon I will be rendered completely illiterate and unable to formulate even the most asinine of posts. But mostly because I have been lazy and busy. I stay out past my bedtime nearly every day. But tonight, I give you morsels of extra thought I'd scribbled down this week:

A. I skipped breakfast on Monday morning and suddenly, snow covered trees looked like creamed spinach.

B. Riles is the best professor ever. Not only did she know what a 'croque monsieur' was, but she called people who didn't 'philistines' and 'ignorant.' I really heart that woman. Her combination of taste (well, not in everything), knowledge, humility, and intolerance for fools (though never in front of them) makes her a real role model. We have so few of those nowadays.

C. I've started a few books in the past few months, but haven't finished one since the year has started. This is the longest stretch I've gone through without reading. We need to work on this, Algernon.

D. Sign outside Sid's Smoke Shop:
"WE"
ACCEPT'
"FOOD"
STAMP'S
They were putting the emphasis on the wrong syllable, but I don't know which one.

Did I mention that I'm going to London next month? I feel like I should mention that.