« on: April 17, 2007, 07:04:11 PM »
I got a little envelope in the mail today with a note on the outside reading:
"don't open me; throw me away on your way to Ann Arbor"
I can tell by the way you tap those buttons in front of you that you're all going to be wonderful classmates, but I can't wait to meet you in person.
A nice elderly couple just west of the LQ is renting me the loft above their garage for the summer. I am going to work in a bakery for a few months vending blintzes and smiles, getting to know the locals, and overcoming my Rocky Mountain High withdrawal before you get there. Then I'm going to share showers again...