Immaturity

Oh dear...

I actually giggled opening the syllabus for Anal_Psych. (Of course, this is for the Jung course. Analytic Psychology.)

I had a discussion about Foucault on the bus yesterday. The woman next to me said: "Excuse me. I couldn't help but notice that you're reading Madness and Civilization..." This helped to make the bus ride bearable, because we had The Exuberant Bus Driver. TEBD insists on announcing everything that is remotely close to each and every bus stop. There is a bus stop at every frigging corner! ("Fifth Avenue and THE Birmingham Bridge. Soho. THE Sunhine Daycare Center, ACTO building. Access to THE Southside, Southside Works. Be careful out there, folks. Enjoy the weather.) It's better than the nasty bus drivers, but I had a headache, had a long morning, and was not up for a solid thirty minutes of that.

The kitty is in an advanced state of bliss, because I shared my can of tuna with him.