So much for sleeping in anytime soon.

I finally dragged myself home at 6 last night. By 10, I got the distinct impression that I wouldn't be getting any more sleep.

Apparently Brighton Park is reroofing all of the buildings in the complex this week. We'd been warned of this, but I'd forgotten that today was apparently our day. So, my car is moved into the garage, there are odd noises everywhere, and I don't want to hang around here any more than I have to. I'll be back around campus soon enough; hopefully finishing grading.

Also, thanks to Jesus Christ Vampire Hunter, the last of my handle of Popov is done for. My liquor cabinet is now a collection I can be decently happy with; as such, it'll probably last as much as a year.

I'm not becoming an alcoholic... really... I promise!

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Reflections

East is changing. I want to say growing, because it's mirroring the growth I'm going through, but that's not fair to those who'd rather it be how it once was.

Frosh year, I would have been very surprised if I'd walked into the lounge slightly after noon to discover a half-full bottle of brandy and several empty glasses sitting out on the table.  Today, though, it doesn't phase me, and not entirely because I was drinking that brandy last night.  It's not that East was a dry dorm, but a year or two ago none of the drinking was public.  If you drank, you drank with a few friends in someone's room, with the door closed.  Now, it's not nearly so covert.

I'm not sure how I feel about this.  Part of me wants the East of yore, of Funball and G63. Those traditions aren't mine, though, and is it my place to want to hold back a natural change? Places, cultures, and groups are not static and unchanging. They're dynamic and fluid organisms, and I'mnot sure where my part in that process is.

If I know myself, my part is to sit back and watch.  It's where I'm most comfortable.

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