
I just made my first pot of coffee in this apartment. And it is good. French vanilla. I think I'm going to start drinking coffee again. I've been so lethargic lately. I'm kind of proud of myself that I stayed up later than Brian and Russ last night, but it wasn't that hard because they both went straight to bed when they got home.
I HAD SO MUCH FUN LAST NIGHT! Matt, Peggy, Ingy, and Matthew and I had a poker night. I lost $4, but it was worth it. I haven't played poker in so long. I felt like I was home again. I tried to be really accomodating about the smoking thing because it was a poker game, but I'm suffering for it now. I choked on snot and coughed all night, and my throat still hurts some. Smoke rises and tehre is no door on our bedroom, so there was a visible cloud of smoke. I slept with a bandanna tied around my face. Matt got fairly tipsy, and Peggy tipped her mudslide over in my lap. What's a poker game without spilled alcohol? I once knocked over two glasses of Lynchburg Lemonade at the same time at a family poker game. Behold my Jedi Skillz. I already want to play poker again.
I really want to go and do proof prints, but I'm locked out of the intermediate darkroom at school, and my instructor hasn't returned my call about the code yet. The beginner darkroom is huge, with 14 enlargers, but it's cavernous and dark, and only half of the safelights will come on, so it's too dim even to go in there and investigate why the main safelight isn't on. I like the intermediate rooms because they're private and I can reach a white light switch from my stool instead of toddling out of the beginnner darkroom into the main room with a dripping try for EVERY print. I miss my home darkroom so much. I guess I could set it back up at my parents' house, but their schedules are so early that I would disturb them with my creative timing.
Add one more reason for moving: DARKROOM SPACE. All I need is a slightly more spacious bathroom and I'm set. I have all the equipment I need.
Urgh, I have to go back to school June 3rd. Way to go slack-ass.