I just got out of a meeting with a Social Psychologist here who has been the most accomodating person I've met here yet. He offered to write me a letter of recomendation and I spoke to him for like 20 minutes. Yay for me.
I just discovered the glories of the library. All too often I've used that place for silly things like class assignments when I could have been saving boat loads of money by checking books out instead of buying them. Not to mention the random books I can pick out that just stir my interest. My latest reads that I can't wait to delve into? The Ecological Self by Freya Matthews, and What Number is God by Sarah Voss. Only draw back is that I can't write all over the pages... or CAN I?
I was going to type about Lifeboat ethics and another one of those ever so engaging personal growth epiphanies I had the other day, but that's just not gonna happen. What I will tell you is that I have reinvigorated my strong attraction to betting on things like horses and greyhounds. That shit's addicting man. I finally got to the horse track for my first time EVER this past weekend, and while I didn't win anything, I could totally see myself spending a whole day there... making wise investments. Reminded me of the olden days when I drove down to Alabama with Randall O. and we went to the greyhound races... We broke the rear breaks and almost crashed the burban like five times towing a boat back but we made it home safe and sound. WHOOOOO DOGGY! Good times, good times. I wonder if the Burban is still a member of our family. I can't believe they would get rid of it without telling me. I need to write something creative. Cheers and beers!
- The Ryno.
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