The face of triumph!

I've done it! I've gotten a checking account. This is in spite of the fact that I felt awful when I woke up at 2:30PM, after having gone to bed at 10:30AM, after a troubled meal at D.Z. Akins with Trisa (horrible orange juice! It was like thick sugar water. The hot cakes didn't seem so bad but every time to-day I've felt that special sting in my tummy, I say to myself, "Oh . . . hot cakes . . ."). But I persevered and made my way around this bright, sleep-inducing world and got things done. Now all I have to do is wait seven days for my check card (it is a triumph, I tell you!).

I also got a student ID, with perhaps the worst photo of me ever taken;



I like to think I bare in it more than a slight resemblance to Isaac Asimov.