- Chose a new route to run - a 2.5 miler up John Street and back down again, with one considerable hill by the observatory. The weather was beautiful, I felt fantastic, and my iPod played all Basshunter songs even though I set it to shuffle and the majority of my main playlist songs are classical. Another runner came off from the dormside at the first stoplight and I followed his back, watching him get further and further away until he turned onto Bailey's.
- Recorded Skip's friend, Professor Owen Butler, playing the ney. The ney is a Persian flute with no reed - you make the sound by pressing it against your palate and vibrating the inside of your mouth. Professor Butler spoke like a Woody Allen Jew, and asked him to call him "Owen, for God's sake". He had asked a dentist to split his teeth further apart to make his ney playing easier. There are four tiers of ney playing, and he is on the first - only four people in the world are on the fourth.
- As a thank you, Skip gave me the most amazing hippy chocolate with instructions on the back, telling you exactly how you should eat it. One tasted like cardamon and dark chocolate and dried figs and orange, the other tasted like sea salt and almonds and milk chocolate. Both were exquisite. Both were very hippy.
- Mark visited me in the ADR room while Prof. Butler was playing, stuck around a while. Alice came by later and gave me a copy of her LGBT Commercial, fixed the sound. We watched Drunk History and laughed about the hippy chocolate and some pamphlets her PR professor gave her, involving old clothes.
- Went to the mall and Wegmans with Blaire, Dan, and Alex. Told them Stef's android story, got their opinions. Bought a cinnamon role from Subway that made my intestines curdle. My Sprite had no fountain syrup in it, so Dan dumped it out in the fill grate and poured me a Cherry Coke. Guessed Dan's birthday - wrong. Ran through Wegmans with Blaire, looking for Hot Pockets. Finally have food in the apartment again, so I can eat at home tomorrow.
- Took out the trash. All of it. Threw it away. All of it.
- Wrote Alex's birthday note and got to watch him laugh hysterically via Skype as he read it. Easily the best part of the day.
Life rocks.
The people who never do stuff that they decide is stupid are the same people who start every story with, "This guy I know..." instead of "So I was at this Denny's in Alabama at 3AM when a trucker started assaulting me with ketchup bottles..."
