With men this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.
This basically covers how I feel about TV.
I saw an article in the Boston Globe written by a woman named Misha Dzhindzhikhashvili. Thank goodness Ian’s last name is Ferguson. Also today a girl named Tiffany and I proved we remembered the most Major American Writers trivia, and thus earned ourselves the dubious honor of accolades from our professor plus a nice black book full of blank pages to journal in. Going through and numbering them, I discovered that on page 151, an insect had the bad luck to get between the press and the page, thus becoming forever incorporated into my journal. It’s black and shiny, and I can make out its legs, guts, and segmented carapace.