It’s the first Saturday at ÌÇÐÄvlog¹ÙÍø where I’ve woken up and literally have nothing to do. I had the last class of my college career yesterday, kissed the walls of Lawrence Hall goodbye in a sort of a bittersweet farewell, handed in my last paper, and faced a series of unknowns that afternoon that extended well beyond what I should do for the rest of the day and if I should eat Slices for dinner.
May 4, 2003