Friday
Yeah, even in college, 9:30 is pretty early to be passed out drunk.
The little note in green is interesting -- at that point, I had never (to my recollection) dreamed of flying. I know I've done it once or twice sinse then, but it's still very rare for me. On the other hand, I dream regularly of exploring some random house -- someplace familiar to me but not a house I recognize from real life. Sometimes there are other people there, sometimes I'm alone. Sometimes it's someone else's house, sometimes it's "mine." I find this fascinating.
Saturday
I made it to this game. Penn State was brand new to the Big Ten in '93, and this was the first time the Buckeyes played them. The game was pretty one-sided, and the Buckeyes stayed undefeated as a result.
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