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Last night: The hordes descended on Bilbo's, the closest pizza and brew pub to the WMU campus. I ate a rather dull chicken club pizza and ate a delicious salad. To finish, the best part: a pizzookie, a freshly baked chocolate chip cookie in a pie pan with scoops of ice cream on top. The salad and the dessert may yet prove the high point of the week's food. I don't go to the Medieval Congress for the food; my diet here is all too often composed of prepacked sandwiches and fast food.

As we walked back to the dorms in the glimmer of starlight, a fox paused to watch us through the thin cover of the trees.

Today: I prepay for breakfast in the cafeteria because it gives me an incentive to be up and about earlier than I might otherwise. This morning, over pancakes, I found griffinick there, and we talked for the first time in months; she lives too far away now, so I rarely see her. My morning session was about accidents on Medieval roads, with histories and imagery and stories from Middle High German epics. One presenter had an overhead with a watermill; I asked her about it and she gave it to me, still a high point of the day.

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05/05/05 is such an elegant date.