Vegan Scones

my brain on vicoden.

Bad news: the SAT Reasoning Test is on the same day as the first Triple Crown competition! Like the apologetic father in the new verizon commercial: "Sorry, there's a No-Derek-With-Mustache Clause. It's here in the fine print. What a drag...duude." Fortunately, though, I'll be able to go to continentals in Montreal, Canada (December 4th-7th) as well as the other two Triple Crown competitions. If there are any changes, they'll be posted here. So stay tuned.

As for the present, I've been floating in the friendly depths of the Ugly Mug for seven hours now (contentedly drugged), drowning pangs of nostalgia (for Bishop, crimps, and limestone) in soft vegan scones and a bottle of vicoden.



Together, the best pain-killers since jazz. And while I wander foggily through stacks of old homework, time seems to slide quickly by so that (hang on--am I swaying?) what may seem only ten minutes, to me, is in reality more than several hours. Luckily the baristas know me: if I fall asleep here on the table I know they'll keep an eye on my textbooks and calculator.

Knowing them, they'd also take my picture, paste it to the tip jar, and with a black sharpie write underneath: "Just say no to decaf"














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