Fur­ther on the quest of higher edu­ca­tion, I’m wait­ing out­side of a locked class­room at 9:18 on a Sat­ur­day morn­ing. This is my soci­ol­ogy course, which should be inter­est­ing enough. Thurs­day night was my Intro to Ecol­ogy (yay) class. I still have to won­der why I’m doing this. It is in my best inter­est, I know.

Last night, V&I went out to a fab din­ner at the Green Chile Kitchen which is so con­ve­niently around the cor­ner from our new digs. So good. After that, we stopped by the Lone Star for DJ Beary­oncé. We got appro­pri­ately drunk and cabbed it home. He missed his run this morn­ing, and I’m sit­ting in the halls of the Mis­sion cam­pus, out­side a locked classroom.

What­ever. My week­ends are gone this month any­way. We’re still clean­ing out Henry Street, which is more tedious than I thought it would be. We’re in our new place, and I want to keep mov­ing for­ward. This seem­ing anchor to the old place is annoy­ing at this point. Patience, please.