Priorities

I should be napping, not doing this. I stayed up re-reading The Sorrows of Young Werther last night. This may sound boring, but it's a special book for me. It allowed me to discover the joy of saying "fuck off" without saying "fuck off."

Trip down nostalgia lane: this was the book I tormented my French teacher with in high school. Nothing like burying your face in a book by a German writer to give the finger to a middle aged, faded woman who couldn't stop talking about the lovely pastries she ate when she lived in Paris for a year. It worked well enough to let me change from French to Latin late in the semester, but it gained me no friends.

Luckily for me, I've since reformed my attitude on education and refined my tactics. These days, if I feel like flipping professors off, I'll either demolish one argument or correct one statement. All in the most cordial possible way. It's the pc equivalent of hunting big, dangerous game in the Serengeti.

Ah, the joys of living on the edge.