Some people have mentioned in the past year or so that I don’t really merit the moniker of “bitter” any more. Lately I’m not so sure. Perhaps it’s Haverford that does it to me. Perhaps it’s being in a static social scene. Perhaps it’s my incessant desire for change and movement in my life, that is completely unsatisfied at the moment. Quizás, Quizás, Quizás.
Procrastinating tomorrow (as with this evening, when fell asleep while reading Borges…in English…for CompLit) shall include rationalization of title. I know you’re all enthralled.