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Wednesday 11/1/00
Well, it's November, motherfuckers! Time to take off the October hat! Time to put on the November hat!
So I didn't go to bed last night until six a.m. this morning and I slept until 12:45 p.m., which is fifteen minutes before Metaphysics. Which is where Beardo and Lord Fancypants argued for a while about some damn thing or other which seems to matter only slightly more than Herbert's poems, which I have to go and study tomorrow morning. Fun!
This total gash wrote this terrible thing in the Crimson White today. She implicitly stated that rape victims are deprived of dignity and worth. So I spent most of the afternoon unpacking that and then constructing a response. I'll put it up sometime soon. Oh, masturbatory folly of youth! If only I spent such time working in school!
So after all that, I ordered a pizza and watched Trainspotting, and it wasn't as good as I had remembered.
Then I went upstairs and read more of The Closing of the American Mind and Megan showed up and we wasted some time watching TV and then Roach showed up and now I'm writing this and I'm about to do my homework.
New Onion today! New Onion today!
November got Thanksgiving. And Thanksgiving got turkey.
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