22 Nov 96 
 
This Meep was made for dancing, and this I'm telling you -- one of these  
days this Meep is going to dance right over you. 
 
Man, I'm tired.  I got some long-needed aerobic exercise last night, and  
even did the Safety Dance.  When I got home (at 12:50 or so) I finished  
reading _The Stars My Destination_, a damn good book.  I think it was  
written in the late 40s.  You would never guess it, though.  I'm slowly  
plodding through _Name of the Rose_ again, I'm getting near the end, which  
is the most depressing and frustrating part, so I might decide not to  
finish it. 
 
So I'm munching on a Golden Delicious apple my great-uncle (and great  
uncle) Allan from Maggie Valley sent me from Waynesville.  Munchy,  
crunchy, and in my mind I'm going to Carolina. 
 
Nyree and I swiped a couple of pieces of old furniture from the Biology  
Dept. lounge, so now we've got an old couch and an old chair.  So the room  
doesn't feel so much like a big bedroom (you can sit on the bed or sit on  
the floor....) 
 
I'm bushed.  blah.