I don't know what it is about the 1-week mark since seeing Melissa. Up to a week, I'm so cool you could keep a slab of beef in me. I'm so hip I have difficulty seeing over my pelvis. I am the master of my domain. I can totally handle the long-distance thing.
But at about a week, my superego decides to go home and I'm left with weepy neuroses that *sniff* just want to hold her hand and gaze into her eyes duking it out with a resurgent lizard brain that looks around at everything with two legs and a smile going (cue growly Henry Rollins voice) "mmmm...awwwright."
Sigh.
But at about a week, my superego decides to go home and I'm left with weepy neuroses that *sniff* just want to hold her hand and gaze into her eyes duking it out with a resurgent lizard brain that looks around at everything with two legs and a smile going (cue growly Henry Rollins voice) "mmmm...awwwright."
Sigh.
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But having barely made it through HS, I am strictly and auto-didact. So I read whatever catches my interest. Now, as bad a book as Cryptonomicon was, it has gotten me back into WWII, and I am about to start a book about the German Enigma code.
And as for Strangelove. I watch it once a week. Literally. Do you know the story behind him making that?