Afterwards...

Saturday:
1) Went to hotel.
2) Sat, fully clothed, in empty hotel bathtub while listening to the Hedwig soundtrack, reading the yearbook, and crying.
3) Ate with Paul and the rest of the Katz at Taste of Thai.
4) Ran into Urvesh and family in the Commons.
5) Went back to hotel (looking longingly at Telluride House while droving past).
6) Realised that I, like a douche bag (thanks, Vesh), put the wrong cell-phone number in the TASP-fabulous book. PLEASE: Replace the last 3 with an 9 to correct my douchiness. Danke.
7) Collapsed.

Sunday:
1) Drove home while listening to Hedwig soundtrack.
2) Arrived home.
3) Lugged luggage past front door (with newly-installed, very annoying automatic lock) and up two flights.
4) Entered state of withdrawal.
5) Tried to unpack, ended up just pulling more clothes out of closet.
6) Listened to Hedwig soundtrack.

Monday:
1) Slept until 12.
2) Went to laundromat.
3) Tried to unpack, ended up opening mail.
4) Forced myself to listen to music other than Hedwig.
5) Talked to friends.
6) Bathed cat.
7) Randomly started crying while bathing cat. Cat is thoroughly confused.

Tuesday:
1) Partook in first driving lesson ever. Found out that squirrels do not have souls.
2) Read part of the novel Forrest Gump (yes, I admit it, I am pathetic).
3) Listened to Hedwig.
4) Made tacos.
5) Read parts of Richard III aloud to myself instead of washing dishes.
6) Went to Friendly Nieghborhood Library.
7) Took out eleven books on Shakespeare and theatrical criticism.
8) Also took out Hedwig and the Angry Inch.