Do not take risks.

This is the first prescription on the fire regulations posted in the dorms of Brunel University's grad. dorms. Most likely elsewhere. They also abjure you to grab what clothes you can, presumably because you sleep in the nude.

It was a major relief to see EJ's not exactly smiling but at least familiar face as I stumbled off the plane. I'd slept like a log--dreaming about Mike Eros (?!?!)--and while jet lag has only just set in, I was still pretty disoriented. I'm vastly intrigued by the book i was loaned to read on the plane: The Tortilla Curtain, T. Coraghessan Boyle, and anyone familiar with my rants regarding immigration and California could probably see why.

When i find an internet cafe i'll write much much more--about the lacrosse game and minding the gap--but for the moment i'm signing off, to see if that crazy norwegian rune has come back from the club yet....