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That infernal Sea Captain paper is now sitting in his box. Six pages plus works cited. Ah, so good to be done. I'm off to lunch. Then the bar. (Drinking on empty stomach bad.)

I need to take a short break from doing anything that requires coherency...

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The Sea Captain just keeps surprising the hell out of me. When I turned in my paper, I also sent an e-mail to tell him that the paper was in his box. He's sent back a message to say that he got the paper. And the salutation ran: "Dear Eos (Goddess of the Dawn)."

Ah'm fuckin scoobied, as the Trainspotting kids might say.

I'm also thinking that retirement will be very good for him. Maybe the problem with English 250 was that everyone in that room resented being there.