i got up this morning for another meeting w/ the for colored girls ... folks. khadijah swiped me into sharples and i realized awhile after the meeting started that i was sitting at a table w/ 7 other people, no one other of whom was white, and it was very likely the first time in my life that had ever happened. but because i knew all of them it didn't feel like as big a deal as some part of my mind thought it should. interesting, though. andy wong, who's producing, made fun of me for eating a bagel w/ cream cheese. "that's brunch," i protested. everyone around me was eating sausages, bacon, eggs, grits.
after i chatted w/ our stage manager, a sweet freshman who thought i was a senior and chided me for not having a coat. "i'll bring you a scarf," she said decidely. she lives in the room directly above the one where i lived last year. ellen's room. she was really unhappy here -- i wonder how she's doing at barnard.

afterwards, i went over to ben and rob's rooms b/c ben and i had parted kind of rudely (i felt). the door of the dorm was locked so i went over to rob's windows and called his name. hoarsely, but i do at least have some voice to speak of now. he opened up the window. climb thru, he said. i considered: there's a trench b/w the grass and the building and the window's about eightfeet off the ground. but what the hell. he took a picture of me w/ his digital camera as i grinned from the sill.

back at the barn, ross's guest had left ("who knew that Kid A is such a good makeout album?") and joel returned. i'm writing my review of don't say a word (my title: "don't waste your time"), which marc jolly and i saw last nite after ross's dinner party. i spent most of yesterday listless and whispering and rereading the princess bride. theoretically it's dip of the month tonite but we'd have to be fools to go. i'm only just beginning to seriously recover.