Variations on a Different Theme
<<2003-10-11 - 12:25 p.m.>>

I sat in the IRCs awhile longer without getting anything done, listening to the philosphy majors joke and explain their bizarre lab-consuming experiment to various people, and when one of them turned to the other and said something that ended with "...epistemologically speaking" and the other one thought for a moment, looked up, and said, "Well, Eddie would say a dog has beliefs," I knew it was time to go.

And while I waited for the night bus and pondered calling Nikki, the phone rang, and it was, in fact, Nikki, trilling drunkenly but also very intelligible, so not too irritating. We talked about me coming to visit, and how I'd overlap Jenny's visit, and how glad she was. And so I was not alone.

And I hung up to get on the night bus, because for the first time I was not the only one on campus wanting to be driven home at this particular hour. I chatted awkwardly with a girl from my poetry studio and laughed at the drunken antics of the guy sitting next to me, and was dropped off on my corner, having been not alone.

And I came home and talked to Kara about Chris's chest pains and their evening in the emergency room and she relayed Eliah's comment that he likes me and I talked to Fury about how she's been feeling kind of depressed lately, and then, at one or so, I went downstairs and seared the steak I bought with Claire last weekend and ate it on the couch and was alone but didn't mind.

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