Enloe veterans can probably already guess what happened: I was browsing JSTOR.org and got sucked into an obscure Psychological Review news article from the 19th century entitled “Arithmetic by Smell.”
Keisha methodically ripped a picture of her latest video game-addicted ex-boyfriend, Jake, into particulate matter. “I’m through with dating―until a real man shows up.”
Everybody knows about the Rorschach test: those amorphous blobs of ink which somehow speak volumes about personality. Personally, I’ve had enough of them.
