Sunday, April 22

Well, ignoring what lies behind us and pressing towards what lies ahead.  Evan in the afternoon, Evan in the late evening.  The day of reckoning, of many papers turned in and many finals taken, is now not far off.  Sanity is departing, love has left our home, and the daughter no longer recognizes me as anything but that bearded man who occasionally comes around.  You'll understand then, the occasional lapse into nonsense and the more often than occasional taking to the drink.  Sweet and almost smooth.  Listen to the ice pop.  Sit down, son - take a sip.