I Think A Lot Of Civil War

After A Brief Period In Which I Had Let Many A Southern Californian Convince Me That It Was All 'in My Mind,' I Am Once Again Officially Allergic To Dogs.

I Remember The First Day I Was Looking At My Hands And I Thought About My Nails. People Wouldn't Really Be Paying Attention To That, But A Civil War Doctor - What Would They Be Doing With Their Nails? Would They Cut Them Really Low? And Dr. Burns Said, "no, They Would Let Them Grow Out So They Can Scoop Stuff Out. They Would Use Their Nails." So For A While I Let My Nails Grow. They Were Too Long. I Kept Stabbing Myself By Accident, So I Cut Them Down, But I Was Trying To Be Faithful To The Details.

The Purpose Of Fiction Is To Combat Loneliness.

I Tend To Read Things That Are A Little More On The Nourishing Side. But If I Don't Enjoy Something, I'll Put It Down.

There's Something Melancholy About Professors Because They're Chronically Abandoned. They Form These Lovely Relationships With Students And Then The Students Leave And The Professors Stay The Same. It's Like They're Chronically Abandoned.