My computer has died, again. So now I furtively check Tumblr in the staff room and it feels really illicit.
Shockingly, I am still training for a half marathon. My joints still don’t like me.
Today I’m taking a 24-hour trip to New York to see TheCoastIsClear before she moves to Amsterdam. This means that I am missing the Seaport’s marathon reading of “Moby Dick” overnight aboard a whaling ship in celebration of Herman Melville’s birthday. But dead white guys have birthdays every year. Chicks you’ve known for ten years rarely move to the Netherlands.
I am broke.
Sleepwalking housemate has walked into my room in his sleep a total of three times now. Roommate and I mentioned this to him once and he told us that we were dreaming. We don’t really know how to handle this situation.
There is a staff picnic in a few weeks with a baking contest. Sleepwalking roommate, a frequent baker, has thrown down the gauntlet. He thinks he’s going to beat me, but let me tell you guys, his Red Velvet Cake was inedible and my Pineapple Upside Down Cake is unbeatable.