Oh my gosh, my favorite professor says this, oh my gosh, william gaddis, the recognitions, oh my gosh, it's so good, he says, but seriously oh my gosh, this is me now, I am like totally fried, but what a life, huh? and such glorious weather and the secretary downstairs made me spaghetti to eat yesterday that I couldn't eat because I was a marathon of nerves running high, still I managed to inform her of this fact as I scooted out the door to present some information that I found worrisome (and why I couldn't eat) to transmit due to my lack of engagement with it, but I hoped the jokes that I had embedded in the document would mask the inherent insipidness and lack of findings.
subject: spaghetti, can I save it for tomorrow?
S, can I have the spaghetti tomorrow. I am giving a presentation at two o' clock and I am really nervous about it and can't eat! I am so sorry. But tomorrow I will definitely be hungry. Many thanks, I can't wait to eat it!
S: Of course – it is in the refrigerator whenever you want it!!
Stop stressing – that presentation is a slam dunk!
She was right too, I nailed it.
Approximately 24 hours later she gives me a light bulb and I read baraka's Dutchman then dive face-first into her delicious spaghetti and i can't even breath. The meaty meat sauce is intoxicating and I do not care.
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