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Saturday 11/4/00
Awakened by the phone call of Molly, I was obliged to remove myself from bed.
"Hello?"
"Are you awake?"
"Um..."
"Well, you are now! Come on, I need you to help me get some furniture. I'll buy you lunch."
"Can you give me twenty minutes?"
"Sure."
And, incredibly, I was able to pull myself out of bed and be pretty much ready twenty minutes hence. The two of us went to Depots Home and Office, and Molly spent about two-hundred dollars on bookshelves and a desk. Before the Depot runs, we ate at Schlotzsky's, of which I should sometime explain the strange and semitic history.
Reading Latin at dejanews.com, I was asked by Christy if I would like, as I had said last night, to accompany her and a party to the Insane Asylum Graveyard in the middle of the woods. To which I replied, "Can you give me ten minutes?" as I wrote "Sic transit gloria mundi."
And so we (being Ben, Christy, Phil, Tina, and myself, Zac) were off into the woods in the overcast and raining night. And we found the graveyard after a time of walking, and the graves were marked with the numbered stones, the numbers standing presumably for the positions in the series of deaths the patients filled. And there was one grave that had had some of the earth taken from it, but no coffin was visible, to the disappointment or relief of those in the party. And then we were back home, as though we had not been out.
After that, Megan called looking for Roach and I talked to her for a while and then I went upstairs, resultlessly tried to register for classes, and then read a small chunk of Mason and Dixon. Sleep was forthcoming, to my delight.
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