Pat myself on the back. I worked on a PPT for school for a couple of hours this afternoon, I got Tony to pretend to me that he had studied for an hour today,
I finished watching a documentary about Hunter S. Thompson called Breakfast with Hunter. It showed he was a celebrity and it showed him not handling it gracefully. Some of his attempts at being unconventional were clunky and not becoming of a genius. I mean I would have thought of doing them like dressing for the beach in a snow storm. The documentary had a segment where HST’s hatred of Nixon was pathological. I could very well see HST suffering from TDS had he lived to 2016.
My darling wife Jenny has suggested that Tony & I take the subway to Wuxi, pick up the car, return to Jiangyin, pack and then return to Wuxi. However, the subway was crowded today, I heard.
I will try to use the journeys method to memorize a poem this holiday.
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