Plateau

This is probably the first entry in a very long time that I haven't written to escape the mental box that is writing a paper. There's not much to report. Except that when Mamá said that the devil he can be man, priest, or even little boy, but devil he can no be woman, she should have also said that devil he can be open bar. Adams formal is this weekend, complete with open bar. I will be very careful, and not overindulge like at the Quincy Formal. This was really my first experience with open bar, and afterward people tell me that open bar is the devil. I wish someone had told me earlier, because I was under the impression that it was the Messiah.

Speaking of, Christmas is coming. I'm not really that into it. I never really feel it until I get home, because my dorm is always a trashy mess, and we haven't even plugged in the syphilitic Christmas tree.

I'm also very happy that Beulah will not be one of the official readers of my thesis. Or my Athens paper.

My new interest is getting a Harvard travel grant. My friend the Haitian is trying to get one to go to Spain and join the circus underground subculture where she wants to learn that weird thing where people hang from pieces of fabric from the ceiling. It has a specific name that she told me, but either forgot or didn't hear because I was laughing too hard. Damn I wish I could come up with something as cool as that. But that only delays the problem, doesn't it? Well, procrastination is my forte! Maybe I could study the secularization of the Camino de Santiago pilgrimage. Mmmm, sounds delicious.