Hey dudes. I just republished my last post which I thought was lost forever, but mysteriously re-appeared on my list of posts. Strange. I've got my schedule all sorted out, and I'm in the midst of class no spittin'. I had an immensely fun weekend - so much swimming, partying and all of that - jeopordizing my life kayaking in Wisconsin in intense waves, and just chilling on the beach in Indiana digging tunnels with my hands to make Laurel fall to the center of the earth (or the ancient and glorious city of Tectonica!). Roy, Anand, and Kit all made it to town which is always a treat. I sported a ten-inch awesome mohawk fashioned by Tommy and Kelly (which fell when I swam). Now that the mohawk is down I have a rat-tail that pokes creepily out of the back of my blank black meshy hat, and I've been described as looking like a carnie (Erich said that) or a lunch lady (Erich said that).

Efi's been really stressed which is terrible, and now she's suffering from a cold, some kind of crazy terminator red-eye disease (that I don't think is pink eye) and failure of an important final. I try to make her feel better over the phone, but it is very hard. I can't afford a ground-line and I'm sure it rubs her that I can't call her. I have to figure out a solution to that dilemma soon. She reads this, so I don't feel bad saying things about her, because I'll get mine...heh heh heh.

And I guess that's it for now. I'm feeling terminally uncreative, I suffered hangover-like symptoms this morning despite not drinking last night, and life is ok (the price is right). And if anyone wants to give me money, or even better do my back taxes, I will be pleased as punch. A plus tard fuckers.