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If ever I become a full-time writer, I will be in such great shape, since I do my best writing when walking all over town. I walked to Fairhaven for lunch at Win's (my weakness. I'm too lazy to make my own grilled cheese sandwiches) and got high-fived by some teenager who was impressed by My Apprentice. Then, up to Western, where I wandered through the newest building. It's just being finished, and the halls were full of styrofoam packing from the new computers. The building's divided into two wings joined by a skybridge. I sat down in the lounge on the skybridge, and wrote for a long time in the perfect silence of a virginal, empty building on a Sunday afternoon. Then I crossed the skybridge to the east wing, where the Psychology Department is destined to go. The door was locked. But the door in the stairwell wasn't, so in I went.
The halls smelled funny, and were full of sensors that whined and clicked as I passed. If I were a bat, I would have killed myself. The office-packed east wing wasn't nearly as interesting as the west, which was full of high ceilings and signs discussing the green nature of the building. It turns out that ugliness like concrete walls and weird wooden slats over the windows is energy efficient. Still, seeing interview rooms with skewed chairs hastily tossed in, and dark research rooms with empty child-sized tables and chairs was pleasantly surreal.
Anyway, when I went out the front door, there were signs saying, "Late Stage Construction, Authorized Admittance Only."
I feel so wicked.