This week brought a doozy of dramatic distractions. Then the sky cried, and Bwog stepped in a puddle of tears. So, we dug up this installment of Dear Bwog from the archives. Dear Bwog, The following is my stream of consciousness while trying to write a paper in 209: Curse you cursor, mocking my mindlessness […]
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