status report: today’s end of classes predictably followed by total physical systems failure
Tuesday 29 April 2008 | someone left a cookie
It’s a hard life on women, for a fact. Some women. I mind my mammy lived to be seventy and more. Worked every day, rain or shine; never a sick day since her last chap was born until one day she kind of looked around her and then she went and taken that lace-trimmed nightgown she had had forty-five years and never wore out of the chest and put it on and laid down on the bed and pulled the covers up and shut her eyes. “You all will have to look out for pa the best you can,” she said. “I’m tired.” (William Faulkner, As I Lay Dying)
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Bill also said (and it could have been about the UnNarr): “I never know what I think about something until I read what I’ve written on it.”