Another Glorious Tuesday

I must start this post by giving props to my girl Bethany who proved last night that she can take a lickin' and keep on tickin' (the meaning here is ambiguous, but not perverted--I promise.). As that was the first time I've ever seen "Party Beth" out and about, it really made me wonder what she was like back in the premarital, prematernal days. All in all, it was a pretty good time, though there was a great deal of randomness going on as well as some odd characters lurching about. But nobody puked and nobody got in a fight, so all's well that ends well, right?

Props also to T who opened up his doors on short notice to entertain.

Before Shakespeare this evening, I'm going to meet my wife and kids and another family for dinner in G'ville. My daughter is playing a softball game over there today, so that's where I'm dumping my son. Speaking of Shakespeare, I should be getting my final research paper back, and I'm hoping for an A, expecting a B, and prepared for a C. Anything less than that and I'll simply have to burn the fucking place down.

Relating to the book giveaway to which students were not given access to, this is the response I received today from one of the head people at the library:

Sorry, but the books came to us via College Station and are state property which we cannot give to students. We kept the books that would the library could use and the rest can be offered to other libraries, state agencies but not just given away. I know this does not make sense but because they are state property we can't let students have them.

In other news, I had an opportunity to deal with a couple of stubborn people, one of them being myself. Hopefully all of that got worked out, but it's always amazing what people will do to punish themselves in the name of pride and self-respect. That's pretty much what I did by wandering through Half-Price for an hour and leaving with nothing. The final point to such behavior: simply to see who cracks first. Which is usually me, since there's really no good reason to be miserable just to prove a point. Unless you're talking about marriage, that is.

Back to Hemingway.