So it is sad sad sad to go to class and realize that you have reverse-engineered most of what you're being taught. But it is very satisfying, after correcting the instructor (helpfully), and realizing a few things that will help your own presentation while digging up some philosophically interesting factoids, to roll on out of there, the bujiilay in your backpack leaden in its glassweight, ready to be drunken, but first a 2-train ride straight up to Alric's, to meet up with ol' Bessie and sister Lotte and to make pleasant conversation, even if you try to pass off your gesticulatings not as happy rubbings-off but rather as some sort of hip-hop rapping thing. But that was blissful, with promises of a great weekend. And then home to unwind and to chat with Joephet on the phone and email Lex about matters philosophical, which is satisfying. Life is good, and I only spent 3 fares today ;)