Read this on my phone off georgetown.edu while also watching Beverly Hills 90210, the one where Steve gets …Read this on my phone off georgetown.edu while also watching Beverly Hills 90210, the one where Steve gets detention and sits on a cupcake and then gets sucked into the world of drag racing on the streets of Beverly Hills 90210. A nice night here, they were calling for five inches of snow, but it’s too warm and we are just getting rain. I didn’t want to go to work tomorrow and thought I’d get off because of the snow but it looks like we’re not getting any. My wife is snoring gently here in bed, and I’m still thinking about something Susan Sontag said about Hemingway’s For Whom the Bell Tolls, how she remarked on it as being laughably bad because it’s so intellectually narrow while also so troublingly serious, there being no room for fantasy within the work, and from there, no room for fantasy in the mind of the reader. She’s wise there, and wise all over the place in this happy car crash of a think piece. Maybe I’ll call out sick. Andrea has a big problem in that episode too, she has been seeing a hypnotherapist for two months, hoping to learn the identity of a person in a silver truck who nearly ran her over. At the drag race, she must confront the devil themself. Brenda and Kelly go on a blind date with two college boys from Princeton, NJ (!!!) and Donna cuts her teeth on being the school DJ. I wonder what my wife is dreaming. I hope it’s a dream of great relief. Her mother got two tumors cut out of her lungs just a few days ago by a robot. And wait, somehow, the snow is sticking, at least to the cars. Maybe I’ll wake up tomorrow and society will still be intact and I still won’t have to make anyone money. Susan Sontag says Oscar Wilde says, "Life is too important a thing ever to talk seriously about it." I hope they’re right.