threshold so it's like being 2/3 tipsy and laughing at yourself as
your train of thought meanders off through some meadow you didn't know
was there. Which really scares the students. Laughing. Not the train
of thought-precious few had any idea there ever was a route or
destination, and they're all busy doing math homework anyway.
Still, something in the combination of the mind checking out, mid-
grade stomach upset, already gnawing hunger upping by three degrees
(have I mentioned the bananas here? There are all sorts of varieties,
all called gooay through some miracle of grace in this language with
one word having five tones and meanings, but bananas are bananas no
matter the caliber, so I've taken to identifying them by bite count-
one biters, two, up to about six, and they are delicious all out of
proportion to cost and familiarity) and I guess I'll give em a week
before turning to shipments from stateside.
Sent from Speedy the ipod.
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