Raindrops keep falling on my head...as drivers who are supposed to Yield to Peds whiz by and splash me

I can't believe there has ever been, in the history of mankind, a Club Quizno's. Let me assure you that it is not the most happening of places, so you're probably better off never experiencing it in the first place. I'd have been much more satisfied if it had turned into a HomeMark and I could have bought tacky mugs and pictures of old men peeing instead.

When you go to the NY Cosmic, just show them your NC ID! Or does it not work for drinks...? I don't know if we can even get that tasty sangria down here...I shall have to try this weekend.

Why, yes, I am a religious studies major. And French. No, I don't know what I'm going to do with either one of them. Leave it to the kid who put up copies of the 95 theses on the doors of the Catholic high school to decide to study religion...It's definitely a lot different than theology class, though. No more nice Mr. Childs. These professors are rabid! (Not that Childs wasn't rabid, but at least he let us watch Angels with Dirty Faces. That's classy).

Do not do not do not feel like a fatass. I went into the pitiful campus market intent on buying something healthy for lunch; I emerged with a can of Pringles, a bag of Gardetto's and another bag of those tasty little brown things which are found in Gardetto's (finally, finally they've started selling those all on their own! And how delicious they are!). I ate off all that for lunch, plus some (very healthy, so I don't feel too terrible) spicy Indian soup from Mama Sunjay and I just had an apple (four for 92 cents in the reject bin at Harris Teeter -- but in my fridge, they've crisped up and are basically the most delicious apples of my life). I felt so guilty about my lunch binge that I went to work out...And I felt so intimidated by the buff chicks next to me that I worked extra hard! Plus, I have to walk at least to Franklin St. tonight (possibly to the Cat's Cradle), and it's raining, and I feel like I deserve it. Kind of.

I probably don't deserve the banana nut muffin I'm about to eat, but that's not stopping me from eating it.

You do follow the Rules -- you outlined them the other day! However, it is nice to think that they are not the retarded rules of ugly old women who don't get laid (and wear control top panty hose underneath long, denim skirts) and more like the rules of a young, hip urbanite who has more fun than nine dogs, or something like that. J the non-Apostle sounds like he has the makings of decency -- I mean, knowing how to pick up a phone is a good start, right? Let me know how that one goes.

I will post a fantastic picture tomorrow of the Jay show! I'm putting my camera in my bag right now!!

xxxAnnie

ps I am so very jealous that SR came to NYC and not here! We have supported Michael Flynn so many times in the past!