I accidentally left my trench coat in my writing class last week, on Thursday. So far, I haven’t missed it. I’m going to go to the lost and found to see if it’s there, and make sure that there’s nothing important in the pockets.

The wallet chain with the skulls on it, that used to hang on the shoulder of my trench, was attached to the cell phone strap of my backpack. Apparently, it was much heavier than cell phones, and was slowly tearing out the strap. I removed it today, here at the Union, and dropped it on the floor. I had an extreme urge to simply leave it there. I battled with the idea for a while, and then went with my gut feeling… as far as I know, it’s still on the floor in the bathroom.

The rain outside is beautiful, and I feel like it’s a reward for the haircut. Of course the universe doesn’t revolve around me. Excepting, of course, from the point of view inside of said noggin.

Class was cancelled again today.

I ran into Corey. He used to call me a pasty-faced bloodsucker when I ran the Vampire game at Brass Dragons, back in the d-a-y. FYI, Brass Dragons was the MSU tabletop gaming club, and Corey was always in the D&D game. He’s got a kid, owns a house in Pontiac, and graduates this semester. He looks all respectable now, too. Says his kid kept pulling on his long hair.

Obviously, this trend isn’t quite over.