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First, I really enjoyed today. I headed down to the campus, and ran into an acquaintance who recognized me from the classes we shared. We walked and grabbed a sandwich, and along the way, we talked. It was fun, although now I know more about her than I imagined I would.
I have an invitation to a baby shower. I already RSVPed, but I /must/ remember to go by the store to pick up a gift before the 11th.
Class was interesting. Our professor is...probably one of the more political that I've had, but then the topic is the place of school in modern American society, and so politics are unavoidable. He's deeply entertaining to listen to, and frighteningly well-read. Frightening in that good way.
On the way out, I was abruptly reminded of a problem my campus has that I'd forgotten. Namely, that underneath our streets, a steampunk empire is apparently in full swing. The manholes belch steam constantly in places. The school keeps tearing them open and doing /something/ with them, but by this point, I think they're only engaging in negotiations with the Morlocks down below. Anyway. Some of this steam is visible, and some of it is not. When it is not, you end up walking over a manhole in shorts and getting intimately molested by a blast of hot, foul-smelling, /heavy/ air sliding its way up your bare legs, under your shorts, and thwacking you in the face at the same time.
I swear, I felt like I should sue for sexual harassment or something.
I have an invitation to a baby shower. I already RSVPed, but I /must/ remember to go by the store to pick up a gift before the 11th.
Class was interesting. Our professor is...probably one of the more political that I've had, but then the topic is the place of school in modern American society, and so politics are unavoidable. He's deeply entertaining to listen to, and frighteningly well-read. Frightening in that good way.
On the way out, I was abruptly reminded of a problem my campus has that I'd forgotten. Namely, that underneath our streets, a steampunk empire is apparently in full swing. The manholes belch steam constantly in places. The school keeps tearing them open and doing /something/ with them, but by this point, I think they're only engaging in negotiations with the Morlocks down below. Anyway. Some of this steam is visible, and some of it is not. When it is not, you end up walking over a manhole in shorts and getting intimately molested by a blast of hot, foul-smelling, /heavy/ air sliding its way up your bare legs, under your shorts, and thwacking you in the face at the same time.
I swear, I felt like I should sue for sexual harassment or something.
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