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I've been awake a lot recently, doing things and not doing things, and have seen 7:00 am three of the past four days, I suppose as an attempt at savoring what little time I have left before the twenty-third of August, but have also decided that this is where my gradually-later-since-the-beginning-of-the-summer bedtime was headed in the first place. Unfortunately, I've also been waking up earlier since the beginning of the summer and have totalled something like ten hours of sleep since my last post.

You:	Got a lot on your mind?
Me:	Yeah.

The breakup has thrown into sharp relief that for which I have thus far failed to prepare myself: College. Wow. I have to move in one (1) month. Wow. That's just... wow.

And earlier today, when driving from the river road to Perkin's -- where Joe and I (who had pulled the all-nighter together, watching Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas, the new-wave-banned-in-Czecholslovakia Daisies and the Peter Fonda, Dennis Hopper, Jack Nicholson classicEasy Rider) had decided to eat breakfast -- I realized that I am really going to miss this town.

You:	Why?
Me:	I just am. Shut the fuck up.

Popular belief is that I will "have a blast" -- or "an amazing time" if you prefer -- at Grinnell next year, and that may be so, but I don't know why -- now -- I was so against the notion of going to school here for four more years. It's a great place. I love it here.

Yesterday, The Gypsy Mafia and Yacht Club rumbled. We squared off in a big water fight at Hillcrest. The winner, I have decided, was definitely Yacht Club, and I am basing this solely on the fact that we got our collective ass handed to us. They also beat us in the preceeding, a game of ultimate frisbee. Final score, 7-4. We had to go home because it was dark and the mosquitoes had, by then, collected a Red Cross-sized portion of our blood. It was quite a bit of fun.

I didn't go see Pirates Of The Caribbean for a sixth time, though I probably should have.

Savvy?
-Todd