...but I love you all. (Or should I say "y'all" in honor of our recent foray into Kentucky?)
I should be working on my written final that's due at 4 p.m. today. Anyone know anything about the post-World War II racial policies of West Germany? Anyone? Buehler? Yeah, I figured. I apologize to everyone who desired my presence in the past few days (okay, I'm pretty sure it was just Joey) - I've been stuck on my computer writing stuff I don't care about. Like 20th-century German history. Seriously, why did no one try to talk me out of this?
Anyway, I second Daphne's suggestion of New Year's in Chicago. I've never been to the Windy City, because driving through it on your way to World Dairy Expo totally doesn't count, and as many have pointed out, who better to ring in the new year with than Sphinx?
On a side note, next week begins that wonder of agricultural promotion, the Ohio State Fair! I suggest you all come visit me and my crazy, cow-loving family in the Gilligan Building, have a beer, meet the girls - that sort of thing. I'll probably be showing on Saturday morning, and let me tell you, I look hot in white pants.
(That is a blatant lie. No one looks hot in white pants.)
I love and miss you all, and am all the more depressed because I live within two miles of many of you and am too lame to do anything. Sigh.
Later, kids!
-Spechtacles
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