One would think...

I've now been in Boston for about 43 hours. I've slept two nights, eaten a few meals, met a handful of new people, found the library, and read some of a book. Inversely, I haven't got a computer or a car, a social network, my family, food in the refrigerator, a familiar bed, a desk, a dresser, a job, or much of anything else that makes life comfortable, easy, and routine. That's all stuff I have to build slowly.

Fortunately, I got pointed in the direction of the library, where I assume I'll head at 10:00am every morning to knuckle around on the internet and network with the world at large. While computing this morning (or this afternoon, I guess), I found that I finally had the chance to send out one more bite on the Facebook Zombies application and turn myself into a Zombie Mogul. I'd been waiting for this for a few days. I was pretty excited. Zombie Ninja was pretty awesome. Bishop of Church of Zombie was completely amazing, with a pope hat and a sickle. I couldn't imagine what would come when I reached the highest level of Zombie that existed.

Not much. It's a green guy in a black and gold robe. Dumb. I'd much rather go back to being a Ninja or Bishop. What a letdown. To top it off, there's a higher level that requires more than twice as many points as the exorbitant and shameless total I've already achieved. I can't conceivably ever achieve that unless I go back to school, meet every person on campus, deliver them all Zombie bites, and turn many of them. What a waste of a good reputation and a good time. Oh well.

So there's another feather to pull out of my cap. I'm swimming in the deep end without a lifejacket here in Boston. Good thing I know the Dead Man's Float. Until next time...