It wouldn't be so bad if I knew the guy ate it. I mean, the audacity would be shocking, but I would know. But, there is no evidence the granola bar was ever there. I could be wrong about the whole thing. If so, am I going mad? I'm fairly certain I stole two granola bars and did not eat any last night.
But it's not so hard to move yr bloody bowl to the kitchen or any place other than my desk. ATTN: ROOMMATING INFIDELS. PLEASE TO NOT LEAVE EVIDENCE OF YOUR EATING AT MY DESK. He was, of course, using my computer, which I don't have much of a problem with, which is why I allow guest access.
Watched Blues Brothers last night. I love this town. I can dance like Dan Akroyd. I don't think there's anything wrong with the action on this keyboard.
I've developed an annoying cold. I might not go out tonight.
I'm reading Kant. Groundwork, metaphysics, morals, something like that. It's great. I might diarize about it a bit later. I haven't read Kant much before, except for some short essay or other about what the Enlightenment is [which I rather enjoyed]. After reading Kant and Hume, I discovered I might be a closet Idealist. Is this something to be worried about? I always considered myself a bit of a Realist, even leaning a bit towards being a closet Thomist [don't tell anyone], despite my Augustinian leanings. Hmm.
At least I'm not a nominalist. Pah!
Greek is horribly slow these days. About half the time is the last bit of grammar, the other half is reading rhetoric. The instructor asks about every grammatical detail in each sentence, which means little reading ends up getting done, as half the class doesn't actually prepare beforehand and thus can't say off the top of the head that it's an aorist participle in the dative because it's being compared to something else. Whatever. Just means less work for me. I'll learn it anyway.
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