I read a wonderful story about a cartographer this morning while simultaneously walking around the room -an old habit from grade school I'm trying to start again here. Greg, of course, was not around, but when he walked in I explained that, if you could feel the pacing of a story, walking was a natural side-effect of reading.

Well, it was pretty good excuse, on the spot and all. It sounds like it could be true. I just don't like all this sitting at college.

It was an uneventful laundry-day otherwise; at the end it picked up however. Helen of Stillwater called with an extra ticket for Mikado, a Gilbert and Sullivan thingie, so I met her and Mollie of Stillwater there at 8.

Around eight. My instantaneous transport system once again malfunctioned -for those of you who don't know, I often forget to factor in travel time when going somewhere, instead leaving when I'm supposed to arrive. I'm better now, but it crops up every now and then. And our room is a time sink when you're trying to leave it.

The opera was good, very funny in fact, and afterwards I jaunted over to The D.J's radio show, late, but with twenty minutes to spare. The show was uneventful, though The D.J had in my absence been dubbed 'goofy'. I have reservations about applying that adjective to The D.J. 'Humorous' would perhaps fit better.

The ticket taker at the opera looked exactly like my ex-girlfriend, and I thought that it was all an elaborate The Game style joke for a few seconds. Still, I think soon I'll have found a doppelganger for everyone I know; The Lanky German's double is a popular Lawrence percussionist.

Later.