My afternoon

What is this, a diary?

Today Richard Chisolm came to my film class. I asked him if he still had the same watch he was wearing last time I met him. I'm not too profound when it comes to questioning guest speakers.

After class, I found a piece of stamped and sealed mail just lying on the ground with a tire track on it. It was near where the USPS trucks deliver and pick up from the post office. Being 4:30 in the afternoon, the post office was of course closed, so I slipped the envelope under the door. I bet there are official procedures for "Mail left under door after hours." I just hope the bitter guy who works there doesn't give the sender a hard time.

Before I got back to my apartment, I snapped a few photos of the stadium, which I cut through on the way to class all the time but rarely photograph.

Posted: Friday - February 24, 2006 at 03:39 PM