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The fog has no meaning!
I walked outside to a surprisingly cold morning and dark grey sky. The music of the bell tower in the background gave it a very mystic feeling, like I was exploring a deserted world in an adventure game. I went down to the dinning hall for brunch, and saw Kate there, which improved the oppressive, droning “big brother”-ish feel of college lately. The cafeteria was out of waffle mix, so I was disappointed, so I got a grilled cheese sandwich. There was a water main break, so they don’t have any water, and thus no washing dishes, and thus everything on paper plates and plastic forks. I’m glad Katie is in Guelph, otherwise she’d be running around threatening all of the Housing and Food Department employees. “Just think of how much paper and plastic you’re wasting today!”
College is extremely depressing, but there is a tiny glimmer of hope that things will turn better, and that’s enough (barely) to keep me going. I’ve been making a lot of progress on my web sites (Harding, Almy, D’ni Explorers). Be sure to check them out. Now if only I could turn that progress towards some homework and studying.
Also, I’m looking for people to help write journals through (and in anticipation of) their journeys of Uru. If you’d like to help, please let me know.
Have a nice day folks, and be productive!
Listening to “Saavedro’s Lair” by Jack Wall
