Apr 22, 2011 03:30
At the little museum today, some jokester hacked into their PA system and played a full hour of what I swear was "Various and Sundry Explosions, Bass Drum Solos, and Firecracker Noises." It hurt every single part of my brain.
I noticed Patrick was conspicuously absent.
I may have underestimated him.
Professor Bradstein's coming over for a symposium as soon as the term ends in May. It'll be nice to see a familiar face again. She says she has something for me.
Remembering her previous "gifts" to me, perhaps this is not something to look forward to.
I have become such a worrier... I hate it.
I got some curtains. They are hideous, but at least I don't have the sensation that somebody's watching me.
In other news, they also block out the weird nude moon-bathing guy who lives across the hall. Score!