not the dryest of grand tours

[aruan]

but the campus is simply lovely. sprawling, hilly, with towering hulks of brick buildings and fountains everywhere, the misty rain paying the courageous albeit battle-weary bare trees a sort of homage as we forge our way through rivers and mud across the Georgia Tech campus to Hefner Hall (::snicker::). the Metro ride had been refreshingly nostalgic, Jesus is indeed a cool cat, and kudos to JCrew, this wool coat was simply amazing at keeping me warm. and a good thing, that, as our slightest puff of breath could be readily seen - they tell me it's 42 feeling like 31. aah, wind. elemental bliss as my nose tingles and my hands can't plunge deep enough in the pockets of said garment. the faint blue tinge spreading along the horizon tells me it's morningtime, so with that, i bid the harsh sunny rays a good night.