Nothing important to report at the moment. Life is moving on at its own beleaguered pace. My new backpack showed up today. When my old backpack wore out, I had a shoulder bag my sister gave me from yakpak. It came highly recommended as being from the same company as that of our favorite artist, Piro. I got it for Christmas or something. It’s red and it’s got pockets and zippers and everything. And, I found out recently, it comes with a lifetime guarantee. If I manage to break it, I can get a new one or something. Unfortunately, my cool little shoulder bag is too small for an English major with 20 hours of classes this semester. So I ordered another one. $40 or so for a bag guaranteed to last as long as I do. Pretty good deal, I thought. Except, when it came, it was made of rip-stop nylon. I’m sure I read on the website, but it never clicked that nylon is thin. I mean, they make parachutes out of this stuff and all, but… golly. So I’m still not sure I trust it. But at least I have a backpack that can hold all my books again.
Yeah. This is why I don’t like to write about my personal goings on. Real life is boring, unless your name is Greg Dean.
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