Friday, November 30, 2007

Many drunk men from hence forward will say to me while leaning in and nearly touching my clavicle with an extended index finger, "Are these the keys to your heart?" Guess I should have seen that coming.

Working at the Cantab was fun. Made decent money. Makes me less broke. Everyone is nice and dancing. I get free beer.

I think I may just stay here for Christmas. It's too soon to go back to Indiana, and my brother won't even be there. We'll see. We'll see.

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