Today I tried to find a secret building that no one has heard of, whichs seems to appear and disappear with the changing of the light and seasons, and in my goggling around like a tourist taking in skyscrapers, I walked very forcefully into a parking meter. Really pounded the metal coin-filled head of the thing into the meat of my chest. Somehow this managed to simultaneously knock the wind out of me, and cause me to involuntarily shout "Jesus Christ!". I imagine that if this had happened in Columbus, an onlooking panhandler would say something like "Even Jesus Christ can't help you!" and chuckle to himself. And I would throw my hands up in surrender and laugh and go on my way. But in Athens, a gaggle of girls in very deliberate sweatpants costumes just stare at me like they've become suddenly downwind of a bad smell.
I found the imaginary building. This quarter is not necessarily going to be much easier than last quarter, but I am taking fewer credit hours, which means less butt-in-seat time.
And we finally grit our teeth and fired up the furnace of this old ship. On the cold days last fall, B and I were depending on our fireplace and space heaters to perform miracles. I can be talked into paying an arm and a leg to heat this place if it means not stepping out of my bed in the morning onto a sheet of basically smoking dry ice.
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