So I realize this post is pretty late.

It's not my fault. I caught a cold. A cold counts as a good excuse for anything.

But I still owe you a big post. So here it is!

Between the time of the last posting and the time of this posting I have evolved into... a Sophomore.

This is it!

I wrote this post earlier today. It was all ready to go. Then I deleted it by accident. Unfortunately, I don't have a time machine so that I can go back and prevent myself from deleting the earlier version of this post.

However, I do have a Chelsea 11:17 play about a time machine, in case you're interested.

Also, adding to the intrigue surrounding this post is that it describes what I did during the last week of school. Oh man! This is going to be good.

This is not a post. This is an apology for the absence of a post. The real post is coming.

There are three washers and three dryers in the laundry room of Nourse.  It so happens that all of them are full, but one of them has finished its cycle.  You have clothes you need laundered.  Do you move the other person's clothes?  Where do you move them to?

This is just the beginning of a set of difficult questions involving laundry that you might not consider before college.

Studying, enjoying the sunshine, digging up secrets in the abandoned areas of Carleton's website.

Adventures of the running-around sort and of the taking-a-nap sort.

"Plurgh" is a word I just made up to describe the condition of having two major projects to do in one day and having a really bad cold at the same time. As it happens, I am in a state of Plurgh. Hopefully you will have enough pity on me upon hearing the mournful sound of this word that you will not hold the shortness of this post against me.

Well, I didn't write any plays this week. But Shakespeare wrote some plays many thousands of weeks ago, and it was his birthday (we think) Thursday, and there was a massive party for him.

The 24-Hour Show is another crazy Carleton Tradition/Event. It is not, as you might think, a show that lasts for 24 hours, but is instead a show that is planned, scripted, directed, practiced, and finally performed in a 24-hour period. With my affinity for writing silly plays, I naturally volunteered/was conscripted for this and ended up staying up all night Friday collaborating on a detective vs. mad scientist story, which, later that day and after a long nap, I saw brilliantly staged, along with three masterpieces written by other playwrights and directed and performed by other teams, in front of the largest audience that has ever witnessed one of my plays. It was pretty awesome.

This is one of those posts with no real cohesive storyline- but it does contain very interesting highly classified material that I have been able to smuggle to you via this blog, and which will be very helpful if you ever come to Carleton. Okay, maybe not highly classified.  But at least somewhat classified, in some sense of the word.  And definitely helpful.