...But it took me a long !@#$ing time to get here. It took a good 42 hours of transit in a number of forms (pretty much everything except planes and bicycles) to get me from Marlboro back home to Evanston. Now before I go any further about the trip, I'd like to talk a bit more about Marlboro. I still stand by what I wrote before, but reading back, it sounds fairly negative. What happened after that post is much, much more positive. Immediately after that last post, I sat in on a fabulous class (Intro to Hinduism and Buddhism), which started getting me acquainted with some of the students, and afterwards I hooked up with my host for the evening, and was swiftly introduced around: "Hey (insert name here), this is the Prospie." Soon I was surrounded by fun people having fun. There was only one tense spot in the evening when I was told they would have to "test my manhood." Somewhat on edge, I followed them down to the basement, where I discovered the instrument of testing: a Nintendo Gamecube, with Mario Kart lying on top of it.

Then i headed home, by a shuttle to a bus to a train to another train then on foot for twenty mintes back to my house for a quick shower before another twenty-minute walk to my philosophy class followed by my play rehearsal then another twenty-minute walk home to finally sit back and be enthusiastically greeted by my dog (read: she peed at my feet), and not-quite-so enthusiastically greeted by my Dad (he was quite happy to see me, but did not pee at my feet).

So glad to be home.

Tunes: "Raining All the Time," Kill Hannah (iTMS); "1985," Bowling For Soup (iTMS).