i apologize for the melodramatic nature of the past post. i think i just needed to get myself so worked up that i'd go drop in on the bunny and have it out. so i did, and felt better w/in 20 minutes, and spent the subsequent hours w/ him much calmer and more cheerful. thanks for bearing w/ me.

i returned to the barn finally to eat dinner while he went to a wsrn meeting (he's program director of our radio station.) and hey, as long as i'm plugging swat publications, here's the link to our paper the phoenix for which i write my philm reviews. this week we put out the philly guide which is pretty funny, if you feel like taking a look.

so becca and i were going to meet ben and the train, hopefully simultaneously, and subsequently ross in the city. but we watched septa come and go and ben did not appear. we foresook the train for the bunny, who eventually showed up. we sat on the platform for a while, the three of us, chatting w/ those who passed by, bickering playfully, and generally enjoying the nite (which is beautiful.) pointless to city, we decided, and we left again: becca to cs hw, ben to photo, me to ... well, what do i do w/ my free time? read the sot-weed factor, which ross gets upset to see me w/ b/c technically he's reading it as well and he's sure i'll finish it before he does. it's really funny. or perhaps listen to the past didn't go anywhere, the utah philips cd i just got in the mail today, which i purchased from half. i remember listening to it on the way back from falconridge. oh fun.

later, a movie. but which?