Thursday, October 06, 2005

I barely got out of the dining center tonight without losing my mind. The thunder of 250 elementary students was deafening; it took ten minutes to get through the serving line; and I couldn't break through the wall of children at the drink station or the deserts. To top it off, dinner was awful.

The weather has turned toward winter. It snowed in the mountains Wednesday night, though most of it has melted now. Today's temperature must have been in the 40s.

Learned yesterday that twenty-some Romanians have abandoned their various jobs. That's about half of the original group. HR has called the INS.

Open Mic Night at the Rustic. Will be performing a few more poems and listening to some good music by Ash, Justin, and others.