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Friday, November 28, 2008

they poured me an extra drink to go to class after 45

On my last day of class I went out for drinks with some people (everyone was invited) in my philosophy class. Once they were no longer feeling they needed to shout to be heard, or having to sit still, they were very kind and non-brittle. I returned from class to report that it was slow, while, buried in the criss-cross of conversations, the off-duty bartender and the prof expressed reservations about gender analysis involving looking at pornography. My liver is so over-processed, I felt a little empty not to be doing any fun watch-removing, staring, and expounding myself.

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