one time for near sea level oxygen concentration.

that's all. nothing like feeling my lungs actually fill with air as opposed to futilely trying to substitute quantity for quality.

besides being a good song, it's an in-joke. don't worry about it.

en route to the graham parking lot, we hear a few lilting notes wafting through the night silence - some well-cultured fellow Sledd occupant had her window open so that the Dandy Warhols' 'Bohemian Like You' could be heard echoing through the murphree lot. i smiled. sang along to a few certain lines. sighed that, while it's a small world after all, distance of any magnitude can be too much when all you want is that one person who knows and smiles along next to you.