Back in Routine

After cranking out that paper on Monday and Tuesday, finishing up the blogging and photos from break, and having already read the novel for this week's British Novel discussion, I was left with few options. Namely, be lazy, go to baseball, and catch up on 5 weeks of missed episodes of 24. I can confidently say that all three of these objectives have been accomplished. I'm justifying the lack of productivity on the surplus of active living that was had on break, so it's only natural that the two should balance each other out.

Today was a beautiful day. I woke up, brushed my teeth with my newly purchased toothpaste, ate my usual breakfast of multi-grain Cheerios, practiced trombone, then headed off to baseball. My Wednesday practice was horrible. One of my worst showings all year. I guess today went a little better, although I do have a bit of a bruise thanks to a passed ball off my shin. But the day was so nice, and we were all so lazy, we decided to stop early and go to a nearby pub for a pint. Welcome to Britain. In other English news, we were apparently shaken by a 4.5 scale earthquake today. I missed out.

Bad news last night in the flat. We received an omen of a bad night to come when, in the midst of playing catch in the front yard with Emily, a bush ate our ball. No joke, we searched this bush for 20 minutes, and could not find it. But the real suckiness is the fact that we were burgled, thieved from, robbed, call it whatever you like. The fact of the matter is that criminals walked off with Emily's Mac laptop (and its assorted cords), her camera, and Kevin's camera. The theft was due to a very rare circumstance where the downstairs church hall door was inadvertently left unlocked. Earlier in the day, some people came in to drop off supplies for upcoming city elections, and I guess the door wasn't locked back up or something. I'm a bit fuzzy on details. But the point is, it blows. Luckily, I wasn't affected, but I think all of us are feeling a certain sense of loss. Emily lost all of her photos from the year, plus all her writings and poems (she's an English major). So right, bad news.

Tonight I'm heading off to see Brandon's play with a bunch of other folks from the flat. It has something to do with the Third Reich. After that, maybe go to the cast party downtown, or just chill back at the flat. Excitement is rife.