Very busy today. I moved back in to Sansbury Hall and I can already feel the familiar, well-worn rhythm returning. I'm looking foward to getting back into my old routine. Last night I stayed at my sister's house in Pataskala, woke up and ate breakfast at Robert Ev-on's (my French way of saying Bob Evans), and carried everything up to my room with my Dad. Of course I also stocked up on water, yogurt, and fruit so when I inevitably sleep through breakfast I'll still have somthing in my room. Hooking up and regeristing my computer was fun, as always. I had to update all the anti-virus, and, a little known fact, is that I am virtually computer illiterate. Maybe it's just me, but my computer seems like a piece of glass that's always about this close to tumbling over the metaphorical table and crashing. Merely updating virus software makes me nervous. Totally irrational, I know. Another cross to bear.

Plus all this moving in business got me thinking about one of my favorite openings to scenes to a novel. It's called White Noise by Don DeLillo. You judge whether it's accurate or not. Here's a few snippets:

"The students greet each other with comic cries and gestures of sodden collapse. Their summers have been bloated with criminal pleasures, as always. The parents stand sun-dazed near their automobiles, seeing images of themselves in every direction. [...] This assembly of station wagons, as much as anything might do in the course of a year, more than formal liturgies or laws, tells the parents they are a collection of the like-minded and the spiritually akin, a people, a nation."

Pretty good, huh? Well, I think so. So until next time, kids, stay classy. And if you can't stay classy, in the words of my uncle, for Christ's sake at least stay sober.