I just got back from watching Amadeus at LiveArts and am gradually loving Charlottesville's subtle but definitely eccentric artiness which begins when you take it in a non-suah-ku-student-with-eyes-on-stalks kind of way. This particular venue comes with an adjoining art gallery and Lindt chocolate bars at the counter and a super-happy-friendly ticket guy and a tiny, terribly intimate theatre where Salieri will invoke the heavens looking right up into your eyes if you're in the balcony seats.
On the trolley there I was hit on by middle-aged black men. On the trolley back there were drunk-way-too-early-for-it-to-be-cool partyers and local chicks who laughed at Caren's accent. That familiar fist of righteous anger in my stomach - we don't get none of this in New York or DC - clenched and relaxed.
Okay, I'm also terminally burnt out over midterms next week and pissed because it's the confused rainy season before the central heat comes on, when I have to wear three pullovers plus socks to study in the dorm. I almost called this damp miseries a la Jennifer in the Junior High books. "That's what Jeff calls them. I think he's reading Moby Dick again."

Add that to being in the Fast-a-thon (for every non-Muslim participant, sponsors donate a certain amount to the Emergency Food Bank) on one of those days. This week does mark the First Genuine Self-cooked Meal at UVA - make that My Entire Life - easy-does-it Japanese curry.