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Clarissa's Blog

An academic's opinions on feminism, politics, literature, philosophy, teaching, academia, and a lot more.

Uber Mistake 

Taking Uber to the airport turned out to be a mistake this time. The driver, a middle-aged chicken farmer, turned out to be into extreme heat and massive amounts of perfume. The car was a cloyingly smelly sauna. And then he got lost, so the trip lasted twice as long.

I’d spent half the night watching a TV show about serial killers, and after the car ended up in an abandoned junkyard, I vividly remembered several of the show’s episodes that started just like that. 

When I finally got out of the car, I was so nauseous, I had to eat an ice-cream to avoid throwing up.

God has punished me for the sin of sloth.

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