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i saw almost everybody i wanted to see in colorado, and used the worst of borgesian excuses to get out of class today. i ended up getting home about 5 hours late due to mechanical problems with the plane (they eventually had to fly a new one in from LA), and i slept through my alarm somehow this morning. i somehow remember waking up after i should have already left, and half-asleep thinking of borges' "garden of forking paths", in which each decision creates a fork in time with alternate futures. i figured my alternate self woke up, and attended alternate class, which was good enough for me, and i went back to sleep!