Monday, March 8

There's a light that never goes out burning a hole inside of me
I just churned out a 4-page paper in an hour and a half. It's not half bad. Also, it's not half good. It's about communication (and lack thereof) in Kubrick's Dr. Strangelove. God bless film classes.

I didn't go to class today because I didn't have my brochure done. Which sucks.

The Faculty Senate meeting tonight was insane. Some guy got booed for suggesting that McPhee is a victim of racism. He called it a "public lynching."

In just over a week, I'll be heading to New York for a few days. I'm excited, but I wish I could bypass the flying part. Last year I got really worked up the night before and was bawling, convinced I was going to die. Man, I hate flying.

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