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Saturday, May 11, 2002
 
My nights of running around like a carefree underclassman and staying up until the sun comes up, aside from its superficial romantic splendor, is really taking a toll on my elderly self. I came to the computer lab a few hours ago, rapidly exchanging my computer seat for a comfy chair and a near-three hour nap in the sun. yeah, what's up productivity.

Last night was full of unexpected adventures. At first, I went to the debate dinner - which consisted of no more than myself, Sam, Andrew May (a.k.a "Forrest" Gump) and Gustafson. When we got to the table, our waitress (a friend), was frantic to find someone who was of age to buy alcohol for a party. So Gustafson and I just left to run the errand for her - walking 20 mins to get his car, and snagging O'Shea on his way back from a guitar lesson, that at least meant missing a chunk of the dinner. The remaining dinner was tolerable, forced, and in general something one has to do more so than wants to. It's done, I don't care - Sam's done with debate (let's keep our fingers crossed on this one) and he's just such a miserable excuse for a human being. Lately he acts like an artisocratic prince and is just a frankenstein-like congolomerate of obnoxious apda debate-speak and drops the word "classy" at every rotund turn. It's too bad though, once he finally made the parliamentary life a bit better, O'shea still can't get away and neither can my new friend Michael O'Brien & the rest of the philos. we'll I've paid my dues and I am done with him and his antics.

The rest of the night held some interesting adventures and a cross-section of unexpected characters. Spent time in a Gifford Suite with a neat fishtank and an old-school turn table. From there, we set out to again be eluded by the Chinese House (which probably doesn't even exist) and got to KDR after the party was officially closed... a ragtag group congregated back in my room and left when the sun came up.

This morning I made my weekly trip to the post office - out to breakfast at a new locale (new to me anyway) the bagel shop and to bi hall - really the place for napping sciences. I didn't do much work yesterday because I had a lot of loose ends to tie up for the summer, deciding I am starting at the Gugg on June 3rd (that gives me a week in CT) and working sometime toward the end of August. But anyway, back to work I suppose because we'll probably break for dinner soon - although I am still full from breakfast and really only want a refreshing beverage.