Juxtaposing the Quincunx
I was completely, totally, mind-numbingly, incomprehensibly bored. My teacher's rambling had been going on for nearly an hour and was as tiresome and dreary as watching a Kevin Costner movie on Dimetapp. It was painful. It felt like my brain was being sent through one of those penny presses at the zoo: squashed, smashed, flattened and finally branded with a firm stamp of boredom.












