Been rubbing a bad charm with holy fingers
This was not the world's greatest weekend. I had epic diner brunch at the Neighborhood Restaurant & Bakery in Union Square, but I missed Sassafrass at Vericon.
derspatchel stayed with me on Saturday night. I walked a lot around Somerville and Cambridge. I hurt myself slightly playing pinball. I was mostly offline.
In the general run of things, I prefer not to be woken by jackhammers at eight in the morning, but since in this case they woke me out of the nightmare where I'm still at Yale, but I'm still sick and I'm failing all my classes and I can't get anyone to believe me, I shouldn't grudge them that much. The second time I woke, I could hear a train whistle from the tracks under School Street. I liked that better.
Have a great article about a sexually explicit sculpture of Pan. There are no pictures of the statue included, but that's what Google is for.
I have things to do today.
In the general run of things, I prefer not to be woken by jackhammers at eight in the morning, but since in this case they woke me out of the nightmare where I'm still at Yale, but I'm still sick and I'm failing all my classes and I can't get anyone to believe me, I shouldn't grudge them that much. The second time I woke, I could hear a train whistle from the tracks under School Street. I liked that better.
Have a great article about a sexually explicit sculpture of Pan. There are no pictures of the statue included, but that's what Google is for.
I have things to do today.

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There are some things about the last couple of days that are definitely better. There are some that are really, really stressful. I'm just not sure I should keep talking about it online: it's just been ping-pong back and forth and I feel like people will either get overinvested or bored.
(Am irresistibly reminded of Falco saying something about "the largest statue of the randy god Pan having sex with a goat that I'd ever seen--and as an auctioneer's son, I'd seen plenty...")
And now I know what statues Lindsay Davis has seen . . .