Turns out the apocalypse was also the night before Maymester finals- double whammy! This being the case, the reaction to my drunken harrassment of these studious ladies was less than warm. Observation: Today, two different people said they flat out didn't believe my stories of the road. This has never happened before. I'm not sure what this is all about. I hardly believe some of it myself, come to think of it. That seems to be a theme of these times: our lives are not real. we don't 'have' our experience. I'll check in on this periodically.