simba, on the ball!

that's right, on the god damned ball! that's where i am...except i have to solve for the volume and density of the ball, implicitly differentiate it, and then...and then i have to determine whether it is isometric or isochoric. toby, how come you omitted to tell me about the rigors of scholastiana? your butt is up your butt so far you're peeing butt.



i feel right now like i did in the back room of that romanian strip joint where they made us drink the beer.


i also feel like i did when i made an attempt to assimilate into the world of the prarie dog (which is something i think was in the news last week...in wyoming?). whatever.


i really wish i were on the couch with a big bag of potato chips. mmmm, potato chips. either that, or driving the megan sedan in bucharest traffic, sans hands.


i recall when i got into school and thought, hey, i'm gonna be a doctor. that'll be fun. nope. even my taco saw the impending horror.


i saw no horror (pictured)


i thought it would be gravy and hoagie hands from there on out.





and people came over and we drank. and i saw sarah and dave, and that was nice.



and seth fell in love with his penis haircut, which is what did it for claire, from what i've heard from claire.


so it's back to the dungeon kitchen where i used to have cupcakes


aren't they nice cupcake? the W stands for tungsten, you know. it does.


is there an orange julias around here?

he'll be back