Today was a small stone wall of challenges. Fortunately, I managed to clamber over. Woke up nice and early at 615 with Tuna, who made me delicious toast and sent me off to Ohio with presents. The drive was fine. Lots of construction but no traffic. My bluetooth ear thing had no battery but it wasn't too much of an issue. I just had to turn down RaRa when I wanted to hear it direct me. At approximately 1030ish a small rock hit my windshield and made a nice circular crack, this will have to be fixed but for now it's not getting larger or in my vision at all. Poor Phyllis.
Columbus is ok. Nothing exciting as far as I can tell, but I never made it into the city. I managed to get myself to the Ohio State University campus only 5 after 3. Parked in a garage I found without the gps and took my bike since the campus is huge. The meeting went really well. The woman in charge of the program administration was really nice and enthusiastic. She did a good job of making me want to join the program. I now have a lot of reading to do, and obviously will have to make sure I apply. I also got to talk to one of the 2nd year MFA grads who helps run their Journal publication, which was even more helpful.
Then I explored a bit. Went through the quad and down to their version of Marshall st, called Small North. I found this really awesome music store called the Singing Dog and proceeded to spend an hour looking for some new used cd of something I didn't have. They did not have and Daft Punk, and I finally went for Ethan's advice and got Jimi Hendrix. On my way back to the car my back tire went flat so I had to walk. Which was fine since I called my Mom. Oh. And. I saw an albino squirrel. No lie. He was awesome.
Back at the hotel I was too tired to go out again so I started organizing and figuring out what I'm going to do tomorrow. Thankfully Aunt Sue called me because it totally slipped my mind, as did a lot of things once I realized I'd lost my bluetooth entirely. Hours of checking later, and through severely repressed tears I managed to find it, and did a small dance of joy.
Tomorrow will be rough. 12 hours of driving and two Universities to see. 530 wake up call.
Day one on my own complete. I'm still here. I'm exhausted. Good night.
" Eat Bread and Butter
Once more, don't stutter."
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Make sure Aunt Sue takes you to the 17th St. Bar and Grill in Murphysboro. You don't want to spend your life regretting the fact you never tasted the ribs that Bon Appetit magazine rated best in the US.
Anonymous Brother: does this comment mean that you believe that neither you nor Jessica will ever again have the opportunity? What if I organized a big family reunion at one of their event rooms?
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