the stories i don't have time to tell....

because i have a test tomorrow :) now it was my impression that i had graduated...


so here's the weekend in brief:


a beautiful intersection. a flat tire. the intersection decreases in charm with time. time for the Vera the Verizoid to do her work. she does. Dave Lilley responds to the call in the red chariot of justice (it's a toyota).


dan waits. he practices calm in frustration. this becomes very handy later on in the week as dan tries to cash a check in order to begin renting an apartment...a check he cannot cash because he cannot open an account because he does not have a permanent address because he does not have...an apartment. dan curses the modern world (but that's later in the week...and with a zen-like calm).


who would have thought heroes did so much paperwork? i'll bet superheroes don't have to do all this paperwork. that's what Alfred is supposed to handle in between buffing the Batmobile and fixing my morning latte. as least i get to listen to Dave's Sufjan Stevens CD collection.


dave lilley is a pancake making fiend. i am a fruit-slicing fiend. together we make pancakes. we eat them. we are unaffected by poor lighting. we even make frozen coffee/ice cream drinks and drink them. and watch movies with British accents in them. life is good in spite of paperwork.


dan visits houghton (ah! breathe the fresh air! see the mountain views! feel the mist wafting through the air! smell horses, not buses! greet people on the sidewalk!) to pick up a bicycle. in the process, Vera makes a friend with Frawley's Fone and pleasant conversation with understanding individuals levers a load off of dan's shoulders. he squares them and faces monday once more...

to be continued...