Quiet Friday

Found in one of my old college notebooks:

I found myself in a room filled with Terrans, milling about and chatting. Some people were pressuing me to call this a house meeting so we could discuss "the great protein debate," other people insisted such a move would be nothing short of malicious. With great reluctance, I decided to begin the meeting and announced that we were going to take this opportunity to complain at each other. Many people groaned quite obnoxiously until The Enforcer shouted at them to shut-up.

At first someone complained that there had been too many sketchy British guys around lately (due to some earlier events, I took personal affront at that one). Somebody pointed out that since Pepsi Co had bought out the neighbor's house, their kitchen was fully stocked with every flavor of Frito's, to which someone chimed in, "yeah! We never even buy Frito's!" Emily asked me to stop letting the graduate students crawl onto the roof through my window so they could watch the Kappa Alpha Thetas undress at night. I promised I would start locking my door if they didn't start knocking first. Pete complained that there were too many parents in the room, and one of the fathers retorted that our women weren't hot enough.