Crazy and happy pill withdrawals

[Sethomas]

For the first time this year, I went to campus without a bowtie. Would you believe it, TWICE this week! This morning I couldn't sleep, and I haven't slept since Wednesday afternoon or something like that. Not that I'm tired. I took the bus to campus because I thought there might be corned beef hash. There was. God's telling me with that delectable midwestern meal that everything will be all right when this is over. I wore slippers. And silk pajamas. The temperature is something like four degrees centegrade. No jacket necessary. Although among my silk pajamas, I suppose the more apt choice for the venture would have been the satin-weave long-sleeved ones. Those are green, and this is a week to wear black.

I came back from having a large waffle and half a pound of the corned beef delicious. An interminable alarm was bleeting. I grabbed an empty bottle of Bourbon and banged the neighboring door with it. We haven't yet drank all the Bourbon, we just put to good use the decanter I prize among my acquisitions. I grabbed the bottle because I realized that I had no fish.

It's not a problem that I've got all day to write the last four pages of my analysis of the dialogue between Desiderius Erasmus and Martin Luther. No, I don't really have all day. All day has me.