Just before midnight last night, as I was going to sleep, the fire alarm went off. Unsure of whether it was a drill, and remembering that you shouldn't take your stuff with you in the event of a fire, I got out of bed, put on some shoes, and went outside. It was strange standing across the street from my dorm watching the blinking lights inside along with a bunch of other people. I forgot my keys and my cell phone, both of which would probably have been handy to bring. Luckily, I was able to borrow my roommate's keys so I wouldn't be locked out when (or if) I went back.

So there I was. The night was cold (in the sense that it wasn't as warm as it should have been), I was wearing socks with sandals, and I had no phone to tell anyone that my dorm was -- possibly -- on fire. A police car came, and then a fire truck. Some firefighters walked into the building. For a while I stood nervously, but I didn't want to do anything else. Mark, who lives in the dorm next door, came around. He mentioned that it would be a good opportunity to go out for a midnight breakfast, but I declined. I wanted to make sure everything would be okay.

Another fire truck came. After about 20 minutes, they exited the building, and we were allowed to go back inside. The door to my room had been unlocked, so I didn't need my roommate's keys. I'm not sure whether there was a fire at all; if there was, it must have been minor. A few minutes later, my roommate, Adam, came back into the room. He must have left again, because he said he came back at 4:30 in the morning, and he says that I said to him, "It's 4:30 in the morning." I don't remember that at all.

Since Adam stays up later, he sleeps in later, so when I woke up this morning, I ate breakfast quietly and didn't do much. I went out for lunch to find that, instead of the usual oppressive heat, it was wet and overcast. Also, there were people picnicking with their cars on the lawn next to the dorm. It took me a moment to realize that oh yes, it was game day -- football, of course. Since the game was only on pay-per-view, I listened to it on the radio (thanks to the cable company broadcasting the university's sports radio station on TV). Florida beat Troy 59-31, so now they're 2-0 for the season. Next week's game, against Tennessee, will be at 3:30 on CBS.

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