the paragon of animals!

a gentleman who asked for my change and tokens on my walk from north philly to south told me that he could tell i was "thoroughbred." i'm fairly certain that i'm nothing of the kind. i don't know how he could have been so mistaken. and my professor said i was so very irish. again, i'm not, but i like that one much better. besides, when a professor asks what time class is meant to end, seven thirty or eight, the answer is obviously seven thirty. that is simply common sense, and, last i checked, common sense was not one of the irish virtues.

i've started swimming again. i've learned that ladies' locker rooms are somehow even better in college than they were in high school, and that i've not only become weak and slow, but i've also become one of those people who thinks of breathing as a right, and not a privilege. i'm ashamed, as i ought to be. i'm looking forward to getting my body back. i'm looking forward to the work.

and i've started school. the very first thing i had to read was plato, and i'm grumpy as a result. i hate plato because he manages to take lots of things that i like, things like learning and buggery, and make them seem awful. harumph.

but i walked somewhere around three and a half miles today. i used to do such things all of the time. i've become such a lazy creature. i must learn to bike in the city. the public transportation here does not deserve my money, and silly fears must not be tolerated.