The Diary of Antoine Roquentin

tempus fugit

n.y.p.c.

The ONLY thing I want to talk about in this post is that I. Fucking. Love. New. Young. Pony. Club. That is all.

As science struggles on to try to explain…oxytoxins flowing ever into my brain

So I had a really fun weekend. I denied myself all worldly pleasures Friday and Saturday, just doing homework nonstop. But at about midnight on Saturday, I had reached an impasse. There was no point in going on, because I just could not get this new method of manipulating rational equations. I had been instant [...]