Tuesday, August 26, 2003

Womb Update

Classes start tomorrow at my alma mater-- or, as I call it, The Womb-- and I would give just about anything to be one of those freshmen. God I miss The Womb. Dining hall sucked, there was no air conditioning, and a foreign person standing in front of a large room tried to make me do math, but that was The Time, man. You balanced an ironing board across two crates and called it a table. Once you're out of The Womb, there is no getting away with that anymore.

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