Occupy Val, Day 6

The Zu is in dire straits - this is our sixth day sleeping in a pile of cots in Lewis-Sebring. It was fun the first night, with "miniature tanks" and "places I've been fired from" and watching Space Jam on Maxwell's projector, but it's getting more than old by now. We even called dinner at 6:30 every night and marched into Val together and took an entire athletic team's table. It's been a weird week.

BUT! now we're even kicked out Lewis-Sebring! Our stuff is in a big pile in the middle of the floor, and we were awakened by the gentle roar of industrial vacuum cleaners mere feet away from our heads. Refugees again, lest our unwashed plaid discourage any parents (it's parents weekend! they must eat in lewis-sebring!) from donating to the college. Lulu and I are waiting for a shuttle to take our stuff back to the Zu now, where we STILL don't have power. But at least tonight we will walk our own unlit, freezing, incredibly-smelly hallways, under the watchful eye of a "guard" to make sure the house doesn't spontaneously combust. Long live the Zu!