Lucy and I strolled around the campus this afternoon. I find sunday to be oddly calming, unless of course it is raining. Then they are marvelous. Lucy is my dog, a stuffed terrier. Right now I should be finishing an essay on Macbeth; I've decided to contrast Macbeth and Macduff are two different views of Scotland. Should be able to turn this one out in an hour or so with or without focus. Dearest Macbeth died from the sword of a man who was "untimely ripped" from his mother at birth.
how crude.
cheers anyhow,
Vi.
Sunday, February 4, 2007
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how'd the writing go?
you tell me, i ended up w/ a essay titled "dear scotland"
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