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stoutfellow) wrote2007-09-22 06:09 pm
stoutfellow) wrote2007-09-22 06:09 pm
Three Questions
Why is it that memories of stupid things I said or did in high school, thirty-plus years ago, can still reduce me to fits of impotent rage and self-loathing?
How did I manage to eat a pint of Ben & Jerry's New York Super Fudge Crunch today, and then forget that I had done so?
What on Earth possessed me to tell the department's colloquium director that I wanted to give a talk, to be entitled "The Equals Sign: A Curmudgeon's View"?
How did I manage to eat a pint of Ben & Jerry's New York Super Fudge Crunch today, and then forget that I had done so?
What on Earth possessed me to tell the department's colloquium director that I wanted to give a talk, to be entitled "The Equals Sign: A Curmudgeon's View"?
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Obviously, you need to take more nice walks to burn off the icecream. As an added bonus, during the walk, you can be thinking of what to say in your talk. How's that for a cunning plan?