Tired...

The dark room was closed today. Not cool. So I've spent today playing video games, mourning my computer, and doing all the reading I have to do before Wednesday, because I'll probably be living in the dark room for like, 48 hours come tomorrow. Woe is me, for things are never easy, eh?

And sketchyheart has been returned to her dorm safely. We survived Chicago traffic without dying, we wandered campus with our souls mostly intact, and downtown without being mugged or hit by a car. It was touristy fun, what with the art-instituting and art-store-shopping/tempting and library-looking-at and general wandering. Oh, and the door-guy at Pizza Uno was very amusing (nothing like the purgatory of an hour-long wait for a table). And the fire trucks on Michigan Ave! At least a quarter-mile was closed off, and we still have no idea what happened. The alleged fire was apparently a false alarm or something. Or it was a random gigantic fire drill. Though I did get some interesting pictures. I hope. (The other lens should be here tomorrow, so maaaaybe I'll be properly set for the rest of the quarter and I won't have to worry about fussing so much over my lens that I throw my light meter at Shiva again. (Yes, I accidentally dropped my light meter off of a stair case and it almost hit Art. It's actually a new method for tour-guiding in Chicago. I'm sure it'd mix with the Segway tours. Whirring around and flinging light meters at interesting things.)) Yes, I am being vague... I'd write all of this out properly, but my brain refuses to turn on, mostly because it's still sulking bigtime over my computer not being around. It's my security blanket, and it's been gone this entire quarter, and I'm feeling particularly sulky myself tonight and don't feel like doing anything about it. Le sigh.