I saw her yesterday, before Blodgett picked me up from the engineering building. I still don’t know what to think or say or do or not do. *SIGH*

: He does indeed still have his space-age water bottle, Kati Crash is still in school (tho she walked on my birthday), and my prof’s baby is 2 now. I would have sworn him a flamer.

Hopefully my postcards made it into the mailman’s hand yesterday.

I don’t have a headache today.

I have something meaningful to say, but I have no idea what it is.