A Person from Porlock

So, I'm sitting here waiting for an episode of "It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia" to load, and I figured I would write something. I am ardently avoiding homework and enthusiastically inebriating myself: it's a wonderful life. I mean, I really don't have that much homework, just a midterm in my Symbolic Logic class to study for for next Tuesday. I really don't feel like it though; I did earlier, but now it's later and that gumption has been jettisoned. Was another beautiful day in eastern Massachusetts: I woke up and it was about 30 degrees, it was overcast by noon, drizzling at three, and raining at four. I love it. It's good thinking weather.

In other news, I went to Connecticut this weekend to visit my brother and his wife, and her family. It's a beautiful state, with the same kind of scenery as Massachusetts, but more hills. I had a good time, as I spent the entire time (sans the trip there) either drunk or hung over. But, it was good to see Andrew and Amy, and my now (more) extended family. The town I was in was Cromwell, CT (named after Sir Arthur Cromwell I'm sure) and it was about as small-town as small towns get...except with better bars. The weather was brisk, the people were nice, and the alcohol was in great supply. What else could one ask for in a weekend off?

Speaking of time off, I will be in Texas from Dec 16/17 to Jan 6/7. I will spend most of my time in Garland with my parents and brother and niece, and the rest in Denton. Though I will try my best to make it Sulphur Springs, as there are people there (or that will be there) that I dearly miss. So, if you miss me, or hell, even if you don't miss me but still want to see me, that is when I will be there.

Well, I guess that's it, my episode is loaded and I have no other news to impart. Oh, I found a pretty cool website that will host my papers, so look for a link to that as soon I get them formatted accordingly. Until then, a little more William Blake:

An aged shadow soon he fades,
Wandering round and earthly cot,
Full filled all with gems and gold
Which he by industry had got.

And these are the gems of the human soul:
The rubies and pearls of a lovesick eye,
The countless gold of an aching heart,
The martyr’s groan, and the lover’s sigh.


-Philip