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Actually, that's not true: The Wendy's in Clear Lake (and the last one which I will have patronized for quite some time) didn't have quarter-pound double-stacks. I'm not sure if it's the one franchise or if they've decided to phase out the delicious sandwich altogether, but be forewarned. If -- God forbid -- the double-stack has seen its last days, I would gladly start (or maybe just sign) a petition to bring it back. With that, I had a spicy chicken combo meal. It was quite satisfactory.

People are good, although those I've spoken to have mostly hailed from around my parts. I think it may be a coincidence, but who knows? Maybe Midwesterners have some sort of sixth sense about these things.

To those I told I'd call: My cell-phone doesn't work, and I am therefore unable to connect long-distance calls for amounts of money that aren't astronomically high. However, I have been given a calling card, and when regular business hours commence tomorrow (later today, I guess), I will be making it my priority. I truly do miss you all (Goodbyes -- I have found, in saying them for what is pretty much the first time -- are kind of a difficulty for me).

I would bore you with the specifics of my first two days on campus as a "first-year," but that would be, in a word, boring, so I won't.

Okay, maybe I will. But only the good stuff. The important stuff. My parents and I had breakfast at the only breakfast place in or around town. We got our food around lunchtime. I went to a meeting for my Tutorial (That's thematic freshman composition and research for the rest of you. Mine is a study on narrative in fiction, entitled "The Teller and The Tale."). I took a placement test in French. I probably bombed it. I ate in the dining hall. I watched people get hypnotized. I went to find my test results, but the building was locked. I probably bombed it. I watched SportsCenter on a big screen while waiting for someone to find a DVD copy of Fight Club to show, illegally (most likely), in the Harris Cinema).

I came back to our dorm to find 21 comments under my most recent post from a week ago. See what happens when we disperse?

I wonder what I got on that French test. I probably bombed it.

Peace.
-Todd