I feel like I've been hit by a bus

One of my favorite movies is "Someone Like You." One of my favorite lines from it is after Ray tells "D" about his and Jane's relationship. Jane's talking to her best friend Liz on the phone when she sees Ray. She tells her, "Liz, I gotta go. He looks like he's been hit by a bus." And then Ray walks into Jane's office, sits down and says, "I feel like I've been hit by a bus."

Maybe it's funnier to see it. At any rate, weekend was punctuated by incessant nose-blowing and coughing, and me accidentally banging my knees against something. (They look like they were hit with a baseball bat.) Friday night I stayed in. Dr. Hayes called and said we might get together when he was finished seeing some former students in Alexandria, but by then he was too tired, having been up since 5am. I fed my Shahruh Khan fix and watched "Veer-Zaara."

On Saturday, I slept in (as usual). Alyssa has been getting calls from some guy she doesn't know from a "Private" line. He's left a couple messages. They've been benign, but strange, 'hey, wake up,' 'pick up.' He called again on Saturday and Alyssa answered, trying to find out who it was. He started talking about sexually explicit acts. He wouldn't respond to her when she asked who it was, just kept talking in a soft, monotone voice, all the things he wanted to do to her. She was understandably disturbed. I was disturbingly intrigued. (I think he is a telephone scatologist; he becomes aroused by making obscene phone calls.) Anyway, later I went to the student/board member reception and saw Dr. Hayes. We made plans to meet at the Orleans steak and shrimp restaurant in Rosslyn for dinner. He went back to meetings, I went to the National Book Festival on the Mall. It was pretty cool, seeing all of those people walking around, talking and listening about books. In such a technological age, it's a big comfort to know that there are still so many who are interested in words on a page. I stayed there for a little while. I didn't recognize any of the authors who were speaking, so I decided to go to the American Indian Museum. It was pretty cool, but the layout was a little weird.

Sunday afternoon was mostly spent watching the Law and Order: Special Victims Unit Season 7 (Part One) Marathon on USA. (I have a small tiny complete obsession with that show). I managed to do most of my Tuesday class homework, too, which was good, too. All the roommates got together to watch "Desperate Housewives," a show which I have unfortunately begun to like. It could be worse, I suppose. I'm not sure how...