They're creepy and they're cooky, quite churlish and so spooky

I've taken to grading guys as I see them. Some degree of discretion is given, maybe they're a C or C- depending on how inebriated I am. In defense of my scale, it rarely gets a B+ or more.

In college, I had a professor of Baldwin who had an acid flashback in the middle of class one day. It was unusual because she was otherwise rather strict and rigid. I mean, she insisted that our final papers be delivered to her office by a specific time, left under her door. And I recall racing across campus that morning to deliver it to an empty office, under that door.

Since having shed the fat after my massive, life-threatening infection last fall, it's so nice to be able to wear t-shirts again.

Abercrombie and Bitch

The progress on my health has been infinitesimally slow and steady. On the plus side (and there are actually several plus sides, all things considered), I stop by Subway to get something to eat after the infusion. So, there's a treat for myself if ever there was one.

I had a feared teacher in middle school who, whenever anyone would sneeze, would continue teaching, but bring a tissue to the person. We always thought this was hysterical, though in retrospect, it was just polite.

Sometimes when I walk by certain people on the street, I like to imagine their internal monologue or a soundbite from their life. Granted, it's not usually very nice.