“I know I have a class now.”

The other day, a bunch of us are standing around in the kitchen, taking turns pushing things around on the stove. (Kitchen socialization is the best kind.) Alex, my doppelganger, spun us a brief yarn about how his escapades in trying to attend class that day. It went something like this:

Yeah, so you know how I left Fluid Dynamics early today? Right, I missed the blowing-things-up lab, I know. I had to leave early today because I’m always getting to my next class late, and in the beginning of the period, the prof seems to say a lot of really important stuff. For example, last week I guess he said, “No class next week.” Damn it.

We all had a good laugh at Alex because it would really suck to be him. The story was also pretty well told, to his credit.

Well right now I’m sitting in the classroom for my e-society class, doing nothing. It’s 8 minutes past the hour, which means that the class is cancelled, because I believe the Earth will sooner be swallowed up by the sun than something start late in Germany.

I did indeed call my buddy Fred, who went to the Prato conference with me, and he confirmed that it was cancelled. I lose.

I’m going to enjoy speedy-fast internet here for a while, then trek back home. There’s a concert tonight I may or may not attend.