A chronicle of mundaneness steeped in irony and pointed realism with no real direction or point and no real defined end-point. Except maybe Tuesday, which Tuesday I leave as an exercise for the reader...
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
Today, I had an oral test in French.
Tuesday work went less than well.
Monday, I had a bad day at work and a quiz in French.
So I eagerly await tomorrow with much aplomp or something...
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