a weekend of valiant efforts

i have to drive up to DC to look at an apartment. candace will be in DC for a conference. i consider dropping by to kill her. no way she'll be wearing three popped collars. i even look at the conference schedule and everything, but it turns out that in the end, i'm just not this crazy. and i'm kinda worried about walking into a BLSA conference and trying to kill one of them with a sock.

but this doesn't mean i'm not absolutely ridiculous. i then decide that she won't be wearing her three collars when she returns from the conference either. the problem is determining when this is.

so i sit outside of her apartment. for three hours. i learn some interesting things.

sometimes, when you sit outside someone’s apartment in the cold for 3 hours waiting for them to return home, you just never cross paths with him/her. you do befriend her neighbors; have jankowski offer you 10 cups of coffee, a cup of tea, and an ovaltine; get invited inside by the random family with an infant for a warm place to study; and finish your copyright reading for the week (so it wouldn’t have normally took three hours, but there were lots of car doors opening and closing out there and i had to keep jumping up).

so i suppose the day was a failure and totally disheartening, but interesting nonetheless.

another thing i learn that day is that tracking devices are illegal unless you're in law enforcement. handy tip.