"So, what do you want to eat?"

I guess it's the heroin of the culinary world for me.

It felt good to go back to the other Sproul Hall today, like I was a very special visitor. Each time I do go back to visit, I feel pangs, like I'd left too abruptly. Or put too much stock in symbolic occurences. But my hand slipped performing a routine task and I put that pole through the window pane at the end of a very stressful day. And backing up in surprise, I knocked over my purse and my old school ID came spilling out and landed face up on the shards, which I wasn't allowed to clean up...It was so hard to leave.

And it took seven years, but now I'm in the other Sproul. Another symbolic thing among many...