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This autumn's lesson is that the last possible warm spell will be followed within weeks by yet another warm spell. I don't really mind -- I hate the cold. It makes me so jittery with shivering that I begin to seize up like an iguana, or like a German tank on the Eastern front.

Today was fun. After classes I went up to Franklin and poked around in the closet-sized CD shop on Rosemary, finding some awesome bargains, and then I impulsively entered an elevator in the building which contains a bank, Goldie's Grill, a bunch of auxiliary UNC offices, and god knows what else -- dentists, probably. I pushed the largest number on the elevator panel, got out, climbed some stairs, and found myself outside a large mechanical/electrical room, which was buzzing and humming with power, clanking deafeningly, rattling occasionally, and completely deserted, with the door hanging invitingly open.

I explored a bit and found a heavy, forbidding door with a brightly colored sign saying something like, "Warning: Area beyond this door contains unsafe levels of electromagnetic radiation." There were several other doors with more mundane, but equally intimidating warnings. The whole thing seemed like a damned videogame. On my way out, I took the liberty of writing and posting a friendly notice to the effect that whoever left the stairwell door open was probably an idiot.

And then I came back to my dorm and didn't do any work whatsoever. Like I said, fun day.

         posted on Tuesday, October 31, 2006
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