I'm getting carsick trying to read the new Chuck Klosterman book while a pair of other passengers discuss how the new Nas album is pretty fucking great. And I don't usually get carsick, unless I'm on a road trip and my friend Jeff is driving; so this construction zone seems pretty serious.
Eventually, though, smoother pavement allows me to read a few more pages. Switching buses downtown, I'm surprised not by how deserted the retail core is, but about how the air smells of fish.
Anyway. Game night was fun. Elena and Jon were baking pies when I arrived. Later, we played Settlers of Catan and Carolyn and I were thwarted by the dice's ignorance of the rules of probability. Although we started the game by foolishly building a road to nowhere, we were mainly undone by what we imagined to be an ore miner's strike.
