Despite his lack of a cell phone, Dancing Physicist does use technology on occasion; he just has a low tolerance for it. We were instant messaging last night when he pronounced that we ought to meet on the LLC lawn and talk for real, seeing as our dorms are no more than hundred or two meters apart. We walked all around campus, talking for longer than we've ever had a chance before. Once or twice I wondered about the time, but I had no clock, so I let it go. It was beautiful to not really care how late it might be getting - to be that satisfied with the moment.
It looks like I'll be moving in with the girl across the hall who I said was cool. It's quite lucky that the one person I seem able to relate to and converse with on this floor is the one other person in a half-empty room.
Back to drafting now.
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