on the job

Tonight was feeling relatively defeated w/r/t work. Then, as a part of my job, I navigated surreptitiously, serendipitously, sandinistaly, sandwichismly, srichrachaly, snorrely, snarfly-barfly to this webpage commemorating in photos Chimimanda Adichie’s visit to Drexel University

Dr. Marilyn Piety and Chimamanda

Dr. Marilyn Piety and Chimamanda

And it ineffably, inexorably, indongly, incorrigibly, indefatigably, indarknessedly totally maxxed out my night. What do I mean by that? It cheered me up. It poured Capri Sun into the outward-facing thimbles on my tits. I was gladdened by it. But I can’t say why. I don’t want to know why.

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