morning final friday class, while older, adorable, sentimental professor recites greek poetry, and screens home videos. tells us all to cry more, and that if we don't dance, we're emotionless.
regular 2 dollar lunch.
impromptu sit in lunch with lovely friend, followed by santa claus hug.
latte to go.
mint tea, jazz m usic, and three books on bangladesh and india.
spontaneous lecture on the "the panoptics of the womb" via a favourite professor. was infiltrated by horrid woman, who actually said the words, "the myth of the pain of labour." girls in back giggled at my very visible disgust and frustration.
twin peaks and ice cream.
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