The operative word for this weekend is procrastination. I've been doing it far too much, and RD Sack is going to want my paper tomorrow, poststructural or not. Burnout is rearing its ugly head in a big way here. Ugh!
Yesterday morning, had breakfast with my fellow map library worker and good friend Marjorie Morningstar. For those of you who aren't of Madison, there is a bar on South Park Street called Bennet's, and it's famous for its breakfast, during which they show hard core pornography on 6 televisions. They call it Smut and Eggs - Porn in the Morn! Marjorie wanted to try it just to say she had, and so we did. Wasn't quite as bad as expected, but drunk people at 8:30 am watching adult videos makes for an interesting crowd to be sure. The owner of the place, who was wearing a large rubber phallus on his head and an Aston Villa soccer jersey, told us a numerous tasteless jokes as we watched the stuff on TV and enjoyed our eggs.
Other than that, we (Keli, Debauchery, and I) went to visit our friend Jessica, who now keeps her own chickens in her back yard. Should make for some good eggs, I guess. Wonder if Bennet's might want to purchase them. Keli left today for a job interview at SMU in Dallas, and India's back in Boston for a week or so, so it's bachelor pad at 1431 for the moment - just me and Rebound!
Gotta type for RD Sack. Hail progress!
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