October 17, 2001

drug talk with megaphone

Woke up feeling extremely groggy today, which is the first time that has happened this year. Maybe it has something to do with the kicking of my own ass on the wall last night. Did some crack climbs without freebasing for the first time and gave myself some nasty scars. So this morning I kept looking outside expecting to see snow. The October light is all wrong now; there should be snow on the ground.

Alas, no snow.

Doug never came home last night. Last I heard him and Grimm were stealing plants from girls’ apartments to make them lose the Stadium Office Game. I would not be surprised if he’s dead in a ditch somewhere. Office Game is serious business, and vengeful plant thievery often does not go unpunished in our society.

Oh, there he is. Doug just walked in the door with a megaphone. He couldn’t decide whether to buy a megaphone or a sleeping bag, so he got both.


It even has a siren… the RA stopped by, but Doug convinced him it was Grimm and his five-cone amplifier that made all the racket.

I just capitalized the letter ‘a’ in a piece I wrote and laughed about it’s poignancy for two minutes. It’s little things like that that make me love my major.