Yeeeeaaah…. about that.
It’s almost midnight here, and I’m sort of finished. Kind of. There were a lot of “breaks” inbetween…
I mean… I had to eat dinner… then take some time for ovaltine and toast… and tea.. and chatting with Mom… then discussing political silliness with my brother… then, you know, other important things. Like leveling my main Warcraft character up to 52… and making her look cool… hahahaha
Anyway. Back to packing stuff:
Against much contemplation (and stalling), I decided to leave my comics here again until I actually have room for them in my own place. I did dig up some old books that I have chosen to bring with me, such as a cluster of the ones I had to read my Freshman year at a prestigious private school that I hated (not to be confused with the not-so-prestigious public high school that I went back to the years after… that I also hated):
Pictured above: Grendel, Sophacles I, Iliad (kinda buried underneath), Iliad in Ancient Greek, Richard Wright’s novels Black Boy and Native Sun… and a Chemistry textbook.
Did I mention Iliad in Ancient Greek?
…I used to be able to read and understand that, too. Key words: used to.
As I’ve always said about that little known fact about me, I kind of regret not holding onto that… because now that I’m all grown up and have had plenty of time to think about it, how rad would that be to be able to walk around and speak a dead language?
