21 November 2003
Friday

I'm fucked. Thesis is due Monday, and its not going to be beautiful. And I'm up allnight again. It is a delightful 10 degrees tonight.

Thursday was a wonderful adventure. We got a good 5 inches of snow. I intercepted a Rebmann snowball fight. The guys of Rebmann seem to be a family again this year, only they told me that the old place is going to be the Sociology Department next year. Damn. Roommate and some of the guys from A building were playing in the snow, and I shot snowballs at Nanette who was actually having fun for once. I came back a couple hours later for some really soggy Kokanee and Australian red wine. Went in search of adventure and went sledding with Chet Simmons of all people and met a delightful Black Lab named Jack who fetches snowballs. Good boy Jack! Came back and the snow football was over although there were many stories of snow penises and apparently an anatomically correct snow woman on her back... Talked to Mark about how we're getting old. Helped work on a fort. Saw a guy get his Toyota Landrcruiser stuck in a Dussault lawn. Lovely moment. Helped push him out. Took photo. His buddies asked me later for a copy.

Friday was Friday. Met a new pianist who's very good and plays thie shit out of Rachmaninoff on the Chickering.