October 15th, 2001

Danger All About!

As I drove into work, I noticed there was a firetruck parked at the end of Twelfth Street, directly across from my building. Mental images of my burning office danced about in my head. As I turned onto N Street to find a parking space, I saw three police cars all parked directly in front of the main lobby entrance.

When I got into the lobby the first words I heard were "suspicious envelope". One of the guys who works downstairs in a shop near the mailroom was standing there dangling a small blue envelope between his thumb and forefinger. It had those little stripes around the edge like it was international mail.

This Anthrax thing is getting out of control.

School Still Sucks

I thought "Intro to Music" might be easy. But it's way, way too easy. It's boring and soooo slow.

We got the study guide for the Wednesday's midterm exam, and I swear I would have gotten ninety of the questions right without the benefit of the lectures and reading material.

I'm just too smart for my own good.