Had a really tough time sleeping last night due to the guy one room over snoring like a 61C bus struggling up forbes ave towards squirrel hill in a february blizzard. Grrrrrrnk! Pause. Grrrrrrnk? Pause. Grnk Grr.
There was a recent fark photoshop contest themed "what I would do if I had a time machine" or something like that. Most of the entries were pretty silly, but the idea having lodged itself in my suconscious, I started thinking of little things I would have done differently if could go back and whisper instructions in my ear. In morewood, at 4am: stay. At the KGB scavenger hunt: sit silently under the table for a while. At the beeler house: just wait five stupid minutes.