A lazy excuse.

School started this week and blogging has gone to the bottom of my list of priorities. Eventually there will be 2 recipes using Gruyere and excerpts from a essay written by a priest on sex (what he lacks in practical knowledge in more than makes up for in ideologies).

Classes have been good, though I have come to loathe the bookstore. Since when was it okay to charge $130 for a book? Aren't we, as college students, smart enough to fight this? I feel they probably inflate the prices because we need the books, and when there is high demand (real or constructed), we know that prices inflate.

Maggie, our big yellow dog, was put to sleep this week, too. She had torn her ACL, and when it got worse, they took her for x-rays and discovered she had cancer. So they put her to sleep. She did, however, live 10 really awesome years and host many a good party with, greeting people with saliva and dog hair.

Adelaide is coming to visit this weekend, and we plan on going to First Friday and doing touristy things tomorrow. Though I've already been this week, I hope there is some Banana Leaf involved. That Malaysian food is out of this world.

Oh! And remember that stitch pattern I was talking about a few entries ago? The guy who made that amazing neck warmer was nice enough to send it. I'm still trying to figure out how it works (it looks too easy to be real) but I'll be sure to let you know about the end result.

This was going to be a short, short entry followed by a poem I wanted Alex (and everybody else) to have, and befits my attitude, so without further ado:

HE TOLD ME A JOKE

My Lord told me a joke.

And seeing Him laugh has done more for me

than any scripture I will

ever read.

(Meister Eckhart, 1260-1328)