It was fun being back at the ol' high school in the middle of the afternoon. Good ol' Nate-dawg and I were kicking it for our thirty minutes. It's amusing how fast muscle memory emerges when navigating that parking lot, and the old high school slouch while sitting on the benches watching the traffic of kids wander the halls. Biga looks about the same.. Milo was taken aback to find me lounging around the old library - now new consoling office - and stopped to chat as he stalked off down the halls in his patented Milo-walk.

Nate and I chatted about the 8th grade DC trip, videogames he as been modding, some russian phrase he picked up, his girl friend out in Vermont, and that his classes seem okay.

Fun times.