Of Small Doors, Lost Phones, and Impending Snow

I like Wednesdays quite a bit. I have only one class, lasting from 8:00-9:30 in the morning, which makes possible things like the four-hour nap I took immediately after. From there, I've had lunch, tidied my room, done laundry, realized I have a rough draft of an essay due tomorrow, and pondered the rapidity with which Nalgenes disappear. I know they're probably giving me cancer or whatever, but I had four at the start of the semester and am currently down to two. Most mysterious.

Other things making my Wednesday a good one thus far:
- I'm sniffling less and less every day, and thank goodness because if things had kept up at their previous rate, my nose might have fallen off by now.
- There's a big snowstorm heading this way. You'd think that after almost an entire winter in upstate NY I'd stop getting excited about winter weather, but we're coming off a balmy stretch that melted all our snow and made things muddy and generally unattractive. So a foot of snow over two days sounds pretty good right now.
- My phone has been recovered! I was sure it was gone forever; I'd spent over an hour religiously retracing my steps from the morning it disappeared, but the trail was cold. Yesterday, though, reports started trickling in of people being called by my phone by a voice that was most definitely not my own. Turns out that after I accidentally left it in the computer lab, several friends of mine found it and began calling people with and leaving Jack Nicholson sound clips on their voicemails. This explained why several people came to me and asked them exactly what truth it was that they couldn't handle....
- Yesterday I found the coolest thing ever. I was returning from Frisbee practice via the labyrinthine tunnels branching out under the athletic complex, only to encounter a most mysterious doorway. It's hard to convey in words, but here goes: it was about a 1 by 1 foot square door in the wall, about 5 or 6 feet up in the wall. It had a full doorknob and keypad on it, implying to me at least that there were perhaps great treasures behind it, or possibly an entrance to Wonderland or John Malkovich's mind or something like that. I have a picture on my cell phone, but lord knows I don't have the know-how to get that onto my computer.
- Spring training is underway, and being dominated by stories about A-Rod doing 'roids. Nothing like near-endless negative publicity for your archrivals.
- Conversation I overheard today: "I think I have the flu like wicked bad, just I don't have any symptoms."