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we had a blackburn house meeting making radicial revisions resulting in less loud voices, televised and in person, and possibly less friends(?) but definitely more coziness. I've been calling a couch in the Porter Study Center my early morning bed and Porter students are maybe thinking me to be a homeless person. Snuck into the dining hall for the most well-rounded and healthy meal of the last four months. It did not include, for instance, the daily syrup on eggs on butter. Bike has been stolen by what I'm sure is a very short theif, leaving me minus any kind of non friend-reliant transport and an even stronger abhorence for cutesy "i love bikerides" posts from other livejournalers. I actually had a dream that the bus strike ended and I rejoiced until I realized. But then again I also had a dream that a good friend of mine was dating a manatee with shrimp legs disguised in a tafetta gown, so what do I know? When I do get around it's in a car that could be (but isn't) mistaken for fancy if you don't mind inhaling what might be power steering fluid. I don't mind, not in the slightest. it makes my sinuses taste sweet! my mother had her hip replaced and now gives me phone calls heavily influenced by painkillers and catholocism-- very interesting. that's about it. over and out.