Rare occasions always deserve memorializing, so here’s today’s event: Paul is sick. It doesn’t happen often. So today he’s sick in bed, coughing, eating chicken noodle soup and guzzling cough syrup. He says the syrup is to go with some ‘phlegmcakes’ he’s cooking up in his throat.

I’m supposed to be writing a paper. The professor says its due on Tuesday the 14th, “the last day of the quarter,” and that no late papers can be accepted, “which is seminary policy.” And everyone in the class knows for an absolute fact that the last day of the quarter is Friday, March 17th. It’s always a Friday. In five years of seminary education, I’ve never once had to turn in a paper on Tuesday of finals week. But since the professor shows a propensity for becoming remarkably inflexible at unpredictable moments, no one said anything, including me. What a coward I am. Has a long seminary education finally broken my will? Probably.

So now I’m gonna have to get some work done this weekend. Carp. I mean ‘Crap.’ I’m always typing it wrong.

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