Morning

For once, I'm to school on time, my tiger is to work on time, and all is right with the world... save the shadow thousands of mile south, undefined and creeping. But that's what I have to wait for. The word of the day, according to dictionary.com is Mordant. I think I agree. Mordant means bitter and/or bitingly sarcastic. I feel it rising like bile in my throat... it's school, I get that way. Morbidity is a Marie-School-Special. There is, however, a cup of hot cocoa and half of a pear waiting for me out in the hall, guarded by the upstanding and noble *cough* Kevin. Perhaps the day shan't be so black, but at least I'd have something -valid- to write on the internet about (isn't that all anyone writes on the internet about these days, anyway?)