Hi ho hi ho!

Still no Internets up in this piece, but Clay's snoring next to me so I've got his until I konk out, too.  Apologies for the photo-free posts these days; that will be fixed come Friday.  Me promise.  There's nothing much to see yet anyways -- just a lot of me in pajama pants and dirty hair, empty boxes of the chocolate covered cherries I can't stop eating, and my almost-threw-it-away, small television from college, plugged into a corner and sucking up the free cable we just discovered.  We like to watch it on the floor, on our stomachs, with our cereals.  

The place is coming together, but I put zero effort into it today.  Instead, I made Clay draw me a poster for class (Family Story Project Part Twelve Million) and I filled it in with words and colors.  What's up, fourth grade? But second to last week of classes is D-U-N, fools!  I've got a lot of work between now and next week, but happy to hammer it out if it means I never have to set foot in the ghetto (cue Elvis) again.  

(Sidenote: Tonight a girl in class was talking about how safe she thinks the Ocean campus is.  To which I replied: "It's not. You'll get raped if you keep thinking like that." Appropriate? Nah.)

It's weird to write a post while trying to type quietly and stay awake after sipping warm tea.  Uh oh. There are lots of fire trucks outside our window and way down twelve floors to the alley.  Meh.  They're probably just trying to rescue a kitten.  

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