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Today was a weird one. So far. At what turns out to have been 7:30, Charlie said, "Todd, get up! It's 8:05! You're late for class (Or something like that)!" I responded, most likely, with a grunt of some sort, then ran to Steiner hall (I had lent Joshfromacrossthehall my bike lock key for the weekend home and he still had it). Like that scene from Vanilla Sky, in which David Aames (Tom Cruise) drives through downtown Manhattan (is there any other kind of Manhattan?), I was surprised to see absolutely no one milling about campus, headed to classes. Except Tom Cruise was in a Ferrari. And I was on foot, out of breath, red in the face, with a cramp in my side. I arrived at the class, and no one was there. I half expected a voice in my head to start repeating, "Open your eyes. Open your eyes." But it didn't. I looked at the clock. As I mentioned before, it was something like 7:35, because Charlie woke me up thirty minutes before my alarm was scheduled to. I sat there and read some Confucian analects before everyone else showed up to Religions.

The comatose haze through which I experienced most of the day disappeared at 11:59, when I realized (Oh shit!) I had yet to hand in my exercises for French. I stormed into Joshandnoahfromacrossthehall's room, and found my bike key. Two minutes later, out of breath, red in the face, with a cramp in my side, I arrived at the door of my professor's office. He had already left, so, as a long shot, I slid my assignment under his door. He must have received it, because, about an hour later, when I arrived with the second portion of my assignment, which, in my rush out the door, I had forgotten in my room, along with my keys (except for the one for my bike), effectively locking myself out of my room until 1:00-ish (Charlie, as it turns out, had left for lunch in my absence, leaving a note on the door that I had failed to notice), which is why I couldn't bring him the second part of my assignment until then (and I did try getting in through the window -- it didn't work), he accepted it with a smile, taking pity on my out of breath, red in the face soul with a cramp in its side.

I also didn't realize until my second class, French, that my voice had gone entirely. I spent most of it clearing my throat making really nasty, unattractive throat-clearing noises, all the while trying to be subtle about it. It's back now, though, but I'm not sure for how long.

I got a Homer Hanky in the mail today from my dad, more Dean stuff from my grandma, and the Wunderlich screenplay from The Geoff. I'm halfway through it. It's really funny.

Peace.
-Todd