According to the Internet Movie Database, Kirsten Dunst will be attending CWRU next year. Hot Dog and I are fighting over her, even though neither of us will be around, and it's likely that she won't either. After all, it's just an Internet rumor.

Driving back to Atlanta from Michigan State, Danny stopped in Cleveland. On our way to John Q's for dinner, we passed the National City building. As though I weren't already thinking about it, I was reminded of the injustice another good friend of mine had been done today — his fantastic new job, which he'd earned the right to have, taken from him out of spite — and it was difficult for me to contain my anger. I told Danny what happened and my feelings about it, just so he'd understand my mood.

At John Q's, it was just Danny and me. I hadn't seen him in months. I got a 33-ounce porterhouse steak and worked my way through it while he talked about the joy he'd experienced so far on his trip. I wish I had as much to talk about, but I primarily listened — happy for him, yet unable to stop being at least somewhat unhappy.

Then we went bowling at Madison Square Lanes. Danny was off his game, as preoccupied there (with the source of his joy, to whom he made a phone call in the middle of a game) as I'd been at dinner. Plus he was rather fatigued from lack of sleep and heavy driving. I didn't mind that his mind was elsewhere. I look forward to feeling the way he feels.

Between today's injustice, CWRU not being the school for me, and the idea of Boston, my desire to leave Cleveland is becoming nearly palpable.