today i saw a huge sloe-black* poodle on my walk. i was going to tell you a story about how it could walk on stilts (with hilarious consequences!), but i have been reading wikipedia and something more exciting has come to my attention. allegedly thomas pynchon's next book may be about kowalesky (whose name is spelled differently in the article), which vindicates my peculiar decision to attend the pde course in the third year. i am trying to clear my room and plan july, but i am having more sucess at drinking tea.

*i only recently realised this is probably the spelling in the opening of undermilkwood