Why We Buy $1 Hotdogs

It was Dollar Day at the local stadium, so I went and saw about half of a minor league baseball game with Jubb and Jonas. The Lansing Lugnuts vs. The Appleton Timber Rattlers. It was a pretty sloppy game. I had to leave early to practice a scene from Hamlet (great play, now that I've read it) with my group, but I was somewhat glad to have the excuse.

I saw The Poet's boyfriend at the game (he explained the health benefits of not being circumcised), and worked with her tonight (she explained why her letter from Hogwart's is late). I think I like both parties here, but that relationship only makes a little sense to me.

I think that The American Scholar, my old coworker, offered to buy us dollar beers at the game. That was weird.

In other news, our room is one controller away from the perfect Secret of Mana setup. That game takes me all the way back to Konstanz; the difference being that, this time, I know what everyone is saying.

I won't finish that German homework (I'm behind, again, still) but I will see the new Matrix tomorrow, a sure sign that my priorities are in working order. I need to get my act together. I've got to turn in my Freiburg application tomorrow. Vague concerns about housing flicker in the back of my mind. No matter.

Later.