The BBQ was delicious, and the planning meeting was good. The next day was the last day of school. I arrived late for the exam I was administering due to an accident on 23rd. I gave the exam on time, though, and afterwards set up for the faculty mass. That was fine; I picked greatest hits from the G&P except for the communion song, which was so simple I thought they'd pick it up, but of course, they didn't. JF is right; white catholics don't feel invited to participate unless there is paper in their hands. JS gave a long long reflection. After that was the luncheon; we paid tribute to JS for a while; three songs were played. The menu was crab cakes that looked like chicken nuggets and must have cost a lot, ham and rolls, pasta with prawns, and a whole bunch of pies and cakes. I had carmel apple pie and a slice of lemon cake.

After that, I dashed out for the fifth annual faculty smokeout--I had to pick up the fake cigarettes. Went to Ballard, and then arrived first at smokeout point. KJ, BM, TN, CN, JS, KM, and JF showed up. It was hillarious that JS was there, and we called LP. It was cold and rainy, but fun, especially with JS.

Cleaned the office, when home, cleaned house. The next morning, Ikea called to tell me they'd be here between 3 and 6. I went to H's graduation; it was horribly, horribly planned. I was extremely masungit when I showed up at 11 and sat for half and hour. There was food, but we left to get sandwiches. Then we came back, had some buffet, and then the ceremony started. It was lame. H was mad, but I'm still glad I went. Then came home to wait for Ikea.

Ikea showed at 6:30. There were two delivery guys, one gay, and one chunky. The chunky guy stayed in the truck to move stuff, the gay guy unloaded it and brought it to my living room. I overheard the chunky guy complaining that he had to make tai. I was going to offer my bathroom, but then the gay guy gagged because he smelled his utot. After that, I didn't offer my bathroom. Hmph! Spent the rest of the night building furniture.

When H showed up, I told her about the Ikea cabinet solution for the tv; then I went to Ikea and bought the new unit. I ate there at the cafeteria; Swedish meatballs, red potatoes and lingenberries. It was soft and bland. Then I came nome and notated.

I've been eating garbage lately, and I feel fat. I'm starting induction this morning.

Last night I dreamt I was standing at a desert intersection with George HW Bush. It was dark, and the intersection was busy, but there were no buildings, just road, curb, and streetlights. Then Ronald Reagan showed up to stand with us. I asked him where is Secret Service detail was, and he said he ditched them, too much trouble. I was alarmed, since it was my moral obligation to play commando and protect them. He said something about finding the Italians; they were nearby, and they could contact the US forces. Anyway, I was ready for a fight, when I woke up. I thought I heard the doorbell ring. I got up and checked, but no one was there.