There’s a small black spider on my ceiling. It’s been scampering about for the past few hours, skittering its legs in circles as if looking for something. Perhaps this is spider House Hunters I’m watching: he’s seeking out hardwood floored, within budget, kid-friendly back yard real estate on the white ridges of my ceiling. I hope he finds something he likes, although, if you’ve seen House Hunters, you know that they absolutely always find the perfect house within three tries.
In twenty minutes, I must leave my new friend (still deciding on a name. He has yet to comment on the subject) and walk to campus, where I’ll be ushering for Cirque Zuma Zuma, a show that’s been brought in by our student-run Performing Arts Council.
The best part is that for a mere thirty minutes or so of guiding friendly couples to their seats, I get to watch the show for free.