..And then my mom met this Mt. Everest Sherpa who she couldn't resist...

man, some people are born dandies.

If you've done 20th C. with Pero, you know what I mean. Today we started our study of Waiting for Godot and I volunteered for Estragon's part, thinking it would get me participation marks. Prof Pero was Pazzo. Basically it went like this:

Megan: meekly saying lines from text.

Prof. Pero: YELLING LINES FROM TEXT AT MEGAN AS LOUD AS HE CAN

Megan: saying lines from text, with trembling voice.

Prof. Pero [standing two inches away from Megan's reddening face]: YELLING LINES FROM TEXT WHILE SENDING FLECKS OF SPIT ONTO MEGAN'S PAGE AND GENERALLY MAKING HER FEEL LIKE SHE HAS SERIOUSLY MISBEHAVED

Megan: Um... I lost my place. yikes.

Unrelated:
I spent the evening with Kevin (and Dylan, random guy who I once met at the Spoke two years ago and who Kevin and I nearly knocked over in the street, then invited along) at The Runt Club (free popcorn) and then Alex P's (free... um... menus, if you steal one). I ambled home in the semi-uncold night, no one threw me in the river, and while the Wharncliffe/Oxford McDonlalds was closed by the time I hunched past I think it was a successful homeward journey. I missed my iPod though, which I had the good sense to leave with Laura, who was leaving campus for home at the same time that I was leaving campus for the bar. It would surely be in corrupt hands right now if it were not for the Boudreau goodwill.

Strange coincidence: on the same night that I debauch (new verb) with Kevin, his cousin (Gillian) calls Woodward for me! She is one of those rare UWO specters who I see in passing once every couple of weeks, and we always say we will call each other, maybe go see Kevin's band play, maybe have some of those fun times we always talk about having... looks like someone got proactive!

okay... bed for Megan. oy. Let's hope this doesn't throw a serious kink in the plans for the next few days... plans of WORKING UNTIL I GET (metaphorical) BLISTERS ON MY PALMS!!!!