It is Friday of the second week of classes. I’m currently frazzled and worn out — I get house at evening, slump into a stupor, and fall asleep by 10. This is not very good, specifically because I don’t have this excuse: sex tends to make squid exhausted.
All I’m carrying out is teaching, teaching, teaching. Clearly the squid are wiser than I am.
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