Another picture from Dewey Beach in Delaware. Because that is the last time I took pictures. I know, don’t tell me: “Bad Pat.” But really, there has been nothing since then to take pictures of, and more importantly my new camera has not yet arrived by post.
However, Dave tells me if I keep waiting it will come.
London exploded today, and I am sorry for it.
I am continuing my search of graduate schools. My excel spreadsheet (excuse the microsoft) is getting larger and larger, which is good. The more information I have the better. I refuse to make another uninformed (ahem, undergraduate) decision. Edinburgh is still winning, by quite a wide margin, which is bad, because then if I don’t get in, I will be utterly devestated and will have to work at McDonalds, or worse yet continue working where I am currently employed (hyperbole).
Bright innertubes were about the only thing allowed at that beach. The lifeguards blew whistles at football-players, kite-flyers, and seemingly just about anyone that moved. Beaches are for sitting still (and reading) obviously.
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