Tales of a Secret Rockstar

I don't want to alarm anyone, but I may have blown up my car. The water pump fell apart. I hope it's okay. I don't really love that car, but it is a car.

I walked to work today, since I am sans vehicle. It was actually quite nice. Walking and I have enjoyed a renaissance of sorts, particularly since my girlfriend loves walking as much as I do. I might just walk to work for fun once in a while. Except today I didn't bring a lunch, so I don't really know what I'm going to do. Maybe declare some sort of political fast. Perhaps a moderate left wing protest against the use of exams to determine a student's progress in classes. Of course I always preferred exams to papers. But I'm going to fight for a system where nobody has to do exams or papers. Perhaps we can just get together at the end of the semester and talk about what we've learned. We can celebrate how we've all grown through each class. Then everyone can get an A. Except it would be a G, for groovy.

The hunger strike begins today.