Made it to Sewanee. The dorm room is so much like a dorm room that I wanted to cry, not from disappointment but from some deep and strange nostalgia. The confetti floor! The fluorescent lighting! And the matching wooden furniture, oh, the furniture! Anyway, I had people to sit with on the bus and at dinner, so I’ll be riding high on that wave of popularity for awhile. Well, until breakfast.

Love you, bye.

(The fortune is from the floor of a cafe bathroom, yes I picked it up, yes I washed my hands. The disaster man is from the bus stairs. You didn’t know they could be so disastrous! They can!)