Dudes of Lee Street

Instead of a fancy introduction, a nice banner from flamingtext.com (Oh god I hope that’s still a site. I used to use it every week when I updated my xanga. Wait, I didn’t check Xanga to see if we should put our blog on there. Hang on. Nope, Xanga is terrible. Except it allows for flamingtext.com. And… end tangent… now), or a “this is how we’re going to blog” post, let’s just get right into blogging. I have no idea how often we will update, who will update, what it will say, or how unfunny you’ll find it. At least the Twins lost.

This morning, I woke up at 6am, ready to shower and get ready for 7am work (at Cornell). All of a sudden, I wake up again. This time I’m sitting at the kitchen table. It’s 6:50. I haven’t showered. I have one (1) shoe on. Needless to say, I’m quite confused. I mean, it was quite odd, I literally had no idea how I got where I was, or what was going on in the least bit. Turns out I just fell asleep on a quest to make some super, duper cereal.

I was in a bind. I had to take the quickest route possible. Lucky for me, our house has a great, campus-convenient location. I hopped on my bicycle and made my way to work. In the End (capitalized for Linkin Park), I made it to work at 6:58, unshowered and unlate.

I’ve included a map of the quickest route to Cornell, for your future reference:

I hope this finds you at a good time.

-Kyle

after-the-fact-edit: As a side note, the online site where I clock in to work every day was down today, meaning I could have been as late as I wanted to be, with no repercussion. Fuck.

edit #2: Holy shit, it’s still a website: