5-4-03-More than yesterday.
Sleep came before the work was done. So it was never done. But there wasn’t anything to say, so it’s no big deal. Actually, it’s no deal anyway. So quit complaining. There always seems to be one or two days a week(usually two, and usually one following the other, and usually Friday is in there somewhere), where very little is written, so sad.

Am I going to Major-Minor, Double Major, Double Major-Minor, or just Major? Possibly not the first. Definitely not the last. If I had a minor, it would probably be in some sort of secondary education, probably social studies or English. My Major would likely be either Film, English, Language/Linguistics, Small possibility of computer related, maybe Graphic arts of some sort. Some combination of the above will be made before School starts in September. It all depends on how many classes I need, how many overlap, and how much work I’ll have cut out for me.

Graduate school. Some say yes, some say no, some say later. Interesting. Of course, someone who is train of thought gone. Someone was at the door, and just like Coleridge what I was going to say disappeared from my thoughts. I might minor in a foreign language instead. But I’ll learn those on my own, too. So, either way, or both ways, they are nothing. There are no two ways. I’m not sure there is even one way. But it’s still functioning perfectly.

Food should be eaten at a relatively slow rate, avoiding many of the unsavory occurrences at the dinner table, as well as in the few minutes after. It also allows the partaker to savor every bite, and to learn to enjoy food as it was made to be enjoyed. This is one of the main reasons behind courses at a formal dinner. If the person eats quickly, they are forced to wait, if they eat slowly, the food fills the time until the next course. Food served in courses is the most effective way to eat slowly.

I watch and listen to much. Or maybe too much. But not in a week’s time, only at once. Though usually there are brakes, and they vary from ten to one-hundred minutes, and succeed in diverting the concentration from one subject to more things.

The wight of this sad time we must obey;/ Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. So saith Edmund, Act V, Scene III, Lines 325 and 326, from King Lear, by William Shakespeare. It is considered by many to be his greatest play, and because Shakespeare is considered by many to be the greatest playwright and poet of all time, King Lear would become the greatest play of all time, and because of its poetic form, it could be called the greatest poetry of all time.

And now, to end my day, blow out it’s even briefer candle, to end the sound, and the fury, to lull it all to soft sounds of silent sleep, below here, were not a noise to be made is waiting, and where all can see better, and none is but a trifle here. Three say it is over, and three say there is a chance. What say you that theses three are the same as the others? For madness is feigned in shadows, but felt where one’s eyes can see. Where there is not eyeless rage, and where it all ends. Fare thee well.