Things are quiet in the Student Org Suite. I am up early writing an essay about Méliès’s A Trip to the Moon, and Porter’s The Great Train Robbery. The moon haunts my dreams.
I’m going home this weekend, I’m not excited.
Last night the back brakes on my bike went out completely, while I was riding back from campus. I ran into Mike, and he put my bike in his truck and drove me home. What a guy.
Tomorrow I work, and I’m really looking foward to it. I like sitting in my little hut in the middle of lot 6.