Sunday, Nick was judging debate rounds all day and I didn't really have any homework to worry about not doing. I sat on his roof, hardly reading over final paper requirements, wondering how to fill my time.
I pedaled over to Lauren's and we walked her dog, Sammy, around Como-Clinton Park and then biked to the Dube and met her and Andrew for lunch. Picking up Nick's "usual" as carryout, I met him at Page Hall with his cheese-y potato-y bounty and drew silly pictures on a napkin while sitting in on one of his debate rounds.
It felt like a day snatched out of my life from two years ago, presented for me to live again. It felt like I was cheating at the 3rd dimension, stealing back time that wasn't mine anymore. I hope I didn't accidentally engage in some Faustian bargain, cause my fiddle playing ain't so hot these days, and I was using this soul.
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