Day 61

Today has been one of the most enlightening days of my life. Oddly, I am so full of thought and feeling at this moment I can scarsely think what to write!

Well. The day started with Psychology 100; it was video day, and I was fortunate enough to watch a fascinating video on group psychology. According to several well-performed studies, it turns out that regular folk are suceptible to all kinds of horrible actions all in the name of conformity, or in the name of appeasing an authoity figure.
Scary stuff!

The early afternoon brought some interesting material in Philosophy of Mind (seminar class). We've spent the last two weeks resurrecting and discussing various dualist theories. Dualism is the philosophical position that the mind is separate and distinct from the brain, and that the stuff of which mind is made is not physical stuff.

The later afternoon brought with it for me what I can only describe as the most horrifying train wreck of a breakup I've ever experienced in my life. I say this without hyperbole. It was just awful. A total scene, in full public view at a busy starbucks. Just... embarrassing for everybody within a 20 foot radius.

Then, I went over to the folks' for dinner. Not being hungry, I just stayed and chatted with mom and Tim (stepdad). They ordered pizza, and as I sit here back at home writing, I am hungry, and regret sincerily not eating a slice while I had the chance.

All in all, as I rode home in the cold, I felt as though the day was a net loss. If not for this 10 minute period in starbucks it would have been an above-average day by any objective measure.

But then, when I got home, I heard a strange clunking sound coming from the fridge. Fearing a mechanical problem I opened it up and found, to my utter joy, that the ice machine had spontaneously begun to work again after an inexplicable 2 month hiatus!

Now I just don't know what to think.

Shakespeare wrote, in Henry IV: "Will fortune never come with both hands full?"

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Anonymous said…
The answer:

After you moved into that house with the ice-machine in your fridge, you may remember an incident where you used the ice generated by that fridge to terrorize the body parts of an unsuspecting minor who was innocently by to sell some Girl Guide cookies (or so I tell the police)

After the ASSAULT, I contacted every girl you could potentially be in a relationship with to inform her of the dangers involved in simutaneously dating you and being around that fridge.

The girl of your choosing then, while you were asleep, broke the refridgerator on my recommendation with instructions carefully compiled by the mastermind warlock J.RHODES.

Having the relationship end breaks the curse and restores the fridge to its former glory of ice-spewing champion of Victoria.
10:57 PM
Max said…
lolfr

Vicky you so rarely get a hearty laugh out of me. But that was hilarious.
9:24 AM
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