My Mondays have, little by little, become unspeakably full. Class from 9 in the morning till 7 in the evening (with a break for lunch and a break from 2 to 4 usually though not today), and then work from 8 to 11pm. I don't mind, because I like all the classes but theory, and work is a welcome respite from grammatically helpless reality where I can do nothing to stem the tide of dangling participles, comma splicing, split infinitives, misused homonyms and sentence fragments. So off I go to save the world (or at least the Thresher) from the worst of illiteracy.
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