I spent the better portion of yesterday entering numbers into an outdated DOS-based database system while listening to NPR. It was depressingly similar to the day before.





Of course this was not all that I did at work today. I also spent a good portion of time drafting an imaginary letter to Niglel McGloughlin, my Poetry professor at the University of Gloucestershire, in which I not only reminded him why I was his most favorite American student ever (this is, beyond any hope of convincing, false) and should therefore write my a soaring and undeniably persuasive recommendation for Grad School. A note of warning to Pete Powers and Matt Roth (should they tumble through some Alice hole in the floor of the Blogosphere's upper levels and end up here) - you're on deck.