Well it's the Ides of February once again! The holiday celebrating gratuitous love and Nero's doom. Well the road halls are watching Chocolat, and they forgot their projector, which was sad and funny, just like a romantic comedy, but twenty minutes later Tiff was able to secure one, so it's sorta like a soap opera. Hmm, interesting.

I got Stephen's letter today, and started one to him. I put a lot in there about my life, in general, and what i've been thinking about, like how i'm noticing patterns, and how uncanny it seems, when unconnected events are somehow interrelated, seemingly with directed purpose. I'm starting to see things like that all the time. It's starting to spook me, except that i think it's so cool, and i can usually do things to my advantage. Is this wisdom? I'll have to read up on it. You never know.

I wanted to take my bike up to Manchester, but ya know, the bike shop is closed, so it wouldn't be worth it, hehe. I need a spoke wrench; the rear alignment is off. I also ought to see if i can find out the combination on my lock. My lock is locked shut, and none of the usual algorithms are giving me the combination, so i'm gonna have to go 0000 thru 9999 until i find it. Nobody better steal that thing. I think i made it perfectly clear to the campus that heads will roll, so i'm good. I should take off the chain each night, hehe. In fact that's what i'll do.

Bre'r Rabbit