http://physioprof.wordpress.com/2010/03/27/spring/
THAT is what I mean when I miss home. The ritual of keeping my eyes open in mid-March, looking for the first robin of spring. The familiar rituals of the seasons, I miss those. The seasons here are so mild as to be missed completely.
Orals tomorrow. In 24 hours I’ll be well on my way to drunk. Can’t wait ’til it’s over.
"For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can't readily accept the God formula, the big answers don't remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us."
— Charles Bukowski
