I am away finally way from school. I havn't fully comprehended this yet, but I think it's real. The drive up from SoCal was an experience. I think I will remember it simply for its music: early 50's doo-op, Baroque, U2's new album, Hyden, hot Cuban jazz. All played randomly and for indescriminate amounts of time. The only thing that could have made the drive better would have been being able to read. I was looking forward to three uninterupted and guilt-free hours of Huck Finn, only to discover that I no longer possess the talent of reading in small moving vehicals. I can read on the train just fine, but the car is just a little too small. So I caught up on lost sleep ("O wonderful wonderful, most wonderful of wonderfuls" to quote a bit of the Bard) and watched the hills slide past while listening to occasional snatches of the conversations of the others in the car.

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The Sprit has just fluttered in and informed me that the computer has a curfew of midnight tea time, which if not strictly observed (and enforced) will cause said computer to implode or explode, which ever is most convinient for the Sprit. And because the aforementioned time is now passed by seven minutes, I will be closing this...