Thursday, March 17

Out with a whimper

... not a bang strike.

Today was to be our last day of bowling, so E and I went over to the alley. We found everyone gathered outside locked doors. After a while, our instructor called The Bowling Guy's house, but all he got was an answering machine. He seems to have gotten lost. So, after waiting in the cold for about 15 minutes, we handed in our 'finals' and headed back. E claimed she was going to shower and then write her paper, but I climbed back into bed for a shameless nap.

Thus ends the first seven weeks of classes.
Thanks be to god.

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