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For a weeklong vacation, I sure didn’t get to sleep in that much. Wednesday morning I was up at my usual time, 7:30 AM, to catch a 9:30 bus. Unfortunately, Barnes and Noble doesn’t cater to the early morning commuter, and wasn’t open when I passed by. I would have to buy a book for my trip at the bus station. Luckily, I had just read the Bourne Identity and wanted to read the sequel. A page turner is your friend on a 6 hour bus trip. Not as good a friend as a nap, though, which can literally make hours of agonizing monotony disappear like a political prisoner in Soviet Russia. Literally. I managed to sleep for 3 hours of the trip, making the ride figuratively fly by. I arrived in Hanover, NH at 4 o’clock no worse for the wear. That is, of course, if the mold that was growing on my window during the trip wasn’t carcinogenic.

I passed the next few hours with my grandparents catching up, and eating dinner before seeing a play at the “Hop,” Dartmouth’s performing arts center. Let’s just say I didn’t go into it a fan of 16th century German play translations, and I didn’t emerge as one either. I’m not sure if it was the bizarre soundscape coming out of the 100 watt speaker to my left or the spastic movements of the actors which contained geometric significance way over my head. I’d say a little from column A, and a little from column B.

Afterwards I agreed to a game of Boggle to pass the time before bed. I believe the appropriate phrase is “I got served.” That is, I got my illiterate ass served to me by my grandparents. I do crosswords, and the occasional jumble, but what hope do you have against people that do acrostics in their sleep and not to mention while they’re actually awake? Needless to say, I went straight to bed and quietly sobbed myself to sleep.

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