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Long time... weird add-on story

I ran through the line of blue hovering spheres, not knowing what would happen when I did. Upon doing so, I found myself in a whole new world. I dared not close my eyes. I checked my map- no landmarks were recognizable. So I took the sandwich out of my pack and ate it. The tanginess of the mustard really went well with the ice cream taste I still had in my mouth from earlier. I took another bite and was more than surprised to find a very rough texture against my tongue. Sandpaper? I spit out the mouthfull only to see something tunnel into the ground from the small bed of mustard, lettuce, and pastrami I had just spit out. I tried to catch it to see what it was, but it was too quick for my slow, unskilled paws. PAWS?!! What? I examined my hands in greater detail, they appeared to be much like a brown dog's paws. At this point I also noticed that I had dropped the map and the sandwich, as they are rather hard to grasp sans opposable thumbs. Far too intrigued to mind dropping my things, I noticed my arms looked mostly normal, but had acquired the dark hairs as if I had panty hose on them and had been playing with a dog that shed a lot. They seemed to not be attached, but wouldn't come off. At least not with my gentle gnawing or patting. I took a step forward, and felt as if I had acquired not only paws and some extra fur, but also an entirely new musculature. The ground on which I knelt felt new and alive to my foot paws. Suddenly the pastrami smelled amazing and the smell of the mustard almost made me salivate enough to drown myself. I opened my mouth, panting, and let a flood of drool out. I quickly snapped up the remainder of the sandwich, almost shocked by my lack of care for what strange creatures might lie within. Turning to the left made me feel a strange itch on my back. Without thinking, I turned to gnaw on the itchy spot. I could reach it with ease. Sated, I reviewed the map, but found it difficult to decipher. I kept being distracted by the smell of an animal marking the territory nearby. I was obviously here first, so I set out to pee on something. I raised my leg, but my kidneys were being presed on by my back pack.  I wrestled it to the ground and struggled to open it. I reviewed the contents, but realized that each was completely useless to me now. I couldn't pick anything up save with my mouth, and everything had tops, and other things meant to be manipulated by opposable thumbs. Deciding it would do me no good to linger, I set out to catch my bearings and possibly find my way home. My sense of direction, poor already, was only hampered by my new view of the world. I decided to follow the interesting smell of something that had passed down the path, but hadn't been behind where I myself had been. I hurried along, because... well... why not? The smell grew stronger and stronger, and I began to hear sounds like a host of stomping feet. I could smell cinnamon, cheese, and a mix of human secretions. I decided to approach more carefully, for fear of someone spotting me, but I was too late. Someone came up to me and I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up as the static electricity from his magic orb encased me. I couldn't move or talk and found myself completely entranced by the stomping feet, sinnamon smell, and the eerie glow from the orb. "Who are you?" I tried to ask, but I found that with each attempt to speak I rose higher into the air. Over the circle dancers I hovered, and a tingling numbness began to manifest in my extremities. I tried to crane my neck to watch the mysterious people, but I felt like my head was becoming detatched from the rest of me. I could feel myself standing, no lying, in a bed, but there was no bed to be seen anywhere. I felt sleepy... I tried to fight my drowsiness, but it looked like it would be impossible. Fading into sleep I realized I could smell the remnants of my dinner and I'd left my computer on. I adjusted my glasses and rolled the chair up to the bar of soap on a rope around my neck of the woods. Perhaps my thoughts fled from me.

-by Amanda and Mike

I. Am. Awesome.

Subtitle: Sprinhill Lake. Sucks. Major.

So, for maintenance reasons, my heat and water were shut off today at 7am. I didn't get to shower before class, and it was starting to get cold in here.

What do I do? Only the most awesomest thing ever. I challenge you to come up with something more awesomer.

I brushed my teeth, washed my hair, and washed my face with two bottles of water.

It was pretty cool. Teeth first: doesn't use much water. Then hair. I heated up some water in a mug, dumped it on my head, lathered up, then got more heated up water. Repeat for face.

It worked pretty well. And I'm super proud of myself.

Bad news? and another dream.

John called me this morning to say that my apartment was on fire.

He woke me up- I almost started freaking out. But then he said "apartments in Beltsville, on Cherry Hill Road." Yeah, I don't live there. Actually it's Greenbelt, and Cherrywood Lane. Close, though. Nice try, John. Back to sleep, me.

But thennnn I was woken up by a cat, at which point I remembered a fun dream. Megan K, AD/SM from The Frogz, called me because she was AD/SMing another show that needed a composer. I said sure. They were already into rehearsals, so I thought I'd stop by and see how things were going.

It another new adaptation of The Frogs... this time all of the characters were Russian. Instead of Aeschylus and Euripides, or Shakespeare and Shaw, or Brando and Belushi, they were Chekov and Ibsen. The cast: my old roommate Dave Michaels, Jake Lemmnes, and Christian from the current season of Project Runway. I think there was also a wolf on stage. I started to watch rehearsal, and I thought... what the fuck... I can't write music for this. Then Christian delivered some lines really poorly and Dave laughed at him. The end.