Asymptomatic

These are pictures that Mom (Bebe) has taken of Abby since Christmas time.

This is my fifth revision on this paper.  I stopped by the teacher's office on Wednesday to turn the paper in, and I ended up talking to him about what I had written.  This actually works out for me.  As I might have mentioned before, I kind of like the chance to discuss my writing one-on-one with someone who knows what they're talking about when it comes to writing.  Even though I had to take a long lunch to do it.

Anyway, after his suggestions I came up with this final paper, which is all about how comic books craft adult-themed movies.  Hopefully my changes don't hopelessly wreck my grade, which I keep fearing for, but it always seems to work out.

I spent half an hour watching HBO's original show Def Poetry.  I highly recommend this easily assimilated bit of modern culture.

Many poets come to the stage offering recitations of their work.  Some are funny.  Some are serious.  Most are both and touch the soul as poetry should.

For Berta's birthday on Friday night we went out to this Southwestern fast food place called Desert Moon.  The food was slightly better than mediocre, but that could have been because we were expecting Mexican and got Southwest.

But I had this cup of iced currant black tea, and I haven't been able to think of much anything else since then.  It has been invading my thoughts every few minutes or so since Friday.  I've been trying to scheme ways to get out of the house just to go over to Exton to get another cup of that iced tea.  So I ordered about $35 of tea supplies from a web site yesterday morning that should allow me to make my own currant-flavored black tea.  I don't remember the last time I was so obsessed about something.

The first PATRIOT Act (it's an acronym) was wrong.  This new version is even worse.  "They that can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety, deserve neither liberty or safety."  Ben Franklin