God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to disco.
After reading 37 essays about District 9, Kafka's The Metamorphosis, and Little Miss Sunshine, I'm ready to dance. I have 87 more essays to read, but I don't care. Well, I do care, but I need to dance and to smell a stinky nightclub to remind me that there are bigger things in life. For now, I'll enjoy this stinky life because I only got one left. The other two I sold to pay the mortgage. Hey!
Did I mention I'm teaching 5 classes this summer and 8 in the fall? I'm teaching 5 classes this summer and 8 in the fall. I'm an adjunct. What else is new? FYI: I hula hooped today for about 40 minutes. Everyone should hula hoop at least 5 times a week. There's something about keeping the tube up that makes me feel important. Well, not really, but it's great exercise for the abs.
I'm heading out. The full moon will guide me. Jupiter too. Just the the two of us, we can make it if we try, just the two of us. I don't know why that lyric popped into my head, but I can definitely tell you I accidentally wrote pooped into my head. I can't read or write any more today. I'm gay and plan to prove it to the world. In about an hour or so.
--Neil de la Flor
