Diagon Alley

          I traveled around the Kendall area with a handcart again. Maybe I should have made an actual effort to get into MIT. The place just seems steeped in lore, quirky and magical, like visiting Woodstock when I'm home. The office was oddly hot and sticky, and the day passed quickly, breathlessly. Jennifer surprised me in the lobby, which made my evening. I skipped rehearsal because why would I do that, and slept well until midnight. I dreamed about running from zombies, sometimes in Boston and sometimes not, and at one point I was eaten after being trapped under a car.