13 November, 2002


I ate in an empty cafeteria, filled with the chatter and clatter of the inane. I enjoyed the taste of the tortilla, but hated the smell of the ceiling as I ate it. The ceiling was looking down at me, forcing me to ignore it. So I read. 

I read, yet my heart was not in it. 

I'm going to attend another of Dr. Allin's classes today, even though I'm not required to. I want to see what other classes he teaches. ::sigh::

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