I was sitting on my bed grading problem sets, and I suddenly noticed I had a headache and my eyes hurt a little. I wrote it off as nothing, until I smelled something funny. I knid of sniffed around and didn't notice anything, until I smelled one of the homeworks. It reeked of pot.
A Cool Web of Language
There's a cool web of language weaves us in,
Retreat from too much joy and too much fear:
We grow sea-green at least and coldly die
In brininess and volubility.
--Robert Graves
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