Sociology Office Hours | February 24, 2006

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Grissom comes in to his office a little later than usual, but he doesn't seem to be overly concerned with his tardiness.

His door is open, because the puppy is contained to her own little play area, and also he's in the best. mood. ever. So he's grinning, slightly but still, and 'rocking out' to King Crimson by occasionally tapping his fingers on his desk while he works on the upcoming Sociology midterms.

And no, he can't explain why you stick to the ceiling or smell like Nyquil, but he'll certainly come up with some theories for you.

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Morning 2/24

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No use to complain
If you're caught out in the rain;
Your mother's quite insane.
Cat food cat food cat food again.

Lunch 2/24

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Dark harbour quays like fingers of stone
Hungrily reach from my island.
Clutch sailor's words - pearls and gourds
Are strewn on my shore.
Equal in love, bound in circles.
Earth, stream and tree return to the sea
Waves sweep sand from my island,
from me.

Grissom is eating a salad, and he actually looks happy about it. Seriously.

Afternoon 2/24

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Shine, shine, the light of good works shine
The watch before the city gates depicted in their prime
That golden light all grimy now
Three hundred years have passed
The worthy Captain and his squad of troopers standing fast

Apparently, the puppy prefers earlier King Crimson records to Starless and Bible Black.