- decide I'm not going to freak out this early, sleep in more
- wake up for real around 11
- get everything together, do some research on mailboxes
- decide to leave at 1
- stop by beechwood post office to buy stamps (I now own a lot of stamps)
- park downtown super close to the arch
- talk to adam lawrence for like a minute, he gives me my letter
- put letter in envelope, walk up the street
- investigate the mailbox
- put letter in the mailbox
- return to car and drive to my parking spot
- sit in car to pass some time
- walk and nearly die on my way to the hall
- sit outside class, finish up epilogue
- class begins, and we start the same sort of dance from before, though people are easing up on the quoting theory assuming we all know about it
- three/four/five males dominate the conversation, though more people are definitely talking today
- a few more female voices in the mix, but these two old men dominate like hell, and aren't even on topic
- I eventually two and a half hours in get my statement in, and it's awesome, and people like it, and I'm like "yeah so shut the fuck up sometimes" in my head to the dominating guys
