x_los | Pogrom? Nope.

Said goodbye to Ben and Louis. Parting with Ben wasn't super mushy, because we're an hour away, and will no doubt see eachother a dozen times over the summer. Ben's parthian shot of glory? "My dad's moving skills would have awed Rommel!" Snicker. Ah, Ben. One of the best men I know. And now: papers. Writing them. All fucking day. Yes.

Changed my journal title, subtitle and friends page's name. Enjoy that, 'cause I do. And all derived from the same monologue! Beep, cell phone. Beep in RAGE. I have let your battery life slip away, let you go softy into that good night, never heeding your needly, anguished little cries for more power. I am like a cellular Stalin. Except I typed that as Stalion first, which is funnier. Also I sometimes misread "program" as "pogrom" and that's caused some great double-takes in its day. Not the least of which, on an EPB flyer, "Come experience the Shakespere Pogrom! Tour the Lake Countries!" There's something decidedly odd about the juxtaposition of Derbyshire and that.