All work and no play makes Jill a dull girl.
All work and no play makes Jill a dull girl.
All work and no play makes Jill a dull girl.
All work and no play makes Jill a dull girl.
All work and no play makes Jill a dull girl.
All work and no play makes Jill a dull girl.
All work and no play makes Jill a dull girl.
All work and no play makes Jill a dull girl.
All work and no play makes Jill a dull girl.
All work and no play makes Jill a dull girl.
All work and no play makes Jill a dull girl.
All work and no play makes Jill a dull girl.

Sorry, no time to post today—I’m working on my novel. I have to say, though, that this wintery weather is starting to get to me. I’m feeling a bit, I dunno, cagey.

(Okay, it’s not really a novel. In my desperate yearning to bring general scientific understanding to the masses, I’ve begun writing a science column for the student paper here. Funny thing about editors—they seem to want you to have stuff done by a certain time. Slave drivers! Despite this, I hope to have time this week to show my progress on my Hourglass sweater—that I didn’t say I had started—and the status of the unruly Bearfoot socks. Bear with me, please. I promise I won't always be this boring.)

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