I realize that each day is a glorious opportunity for wonderful things to happen. It's also a temptation for fate--and terrible things are often conceived in this day-to-day routine--things like Mathematics projects and English papers.
This particular Tuesday morning finds me sipping a cappuccino. Do you know--I realized I'm paying four dollars for a cup of air, with a bit of espresso at the bottom. They agitate the milk so thoroughly that it becomes more gaseous than liquidacious.
The fog is clouding the streets of Syracuse--making everything look quite English.
The professors for my next upcoming classes would be the perfect grandmothers. However, one doesn't choose to study from their grandmothers...I shall hereby refer to them as Misses Forcible (English) and Spink (Politics).
I end with a quote:
Hush, and shush, for the beldam might be listening.
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