Red eyes and bad scones

For some reason "cafes with good pastry" isn't something that's easily queryable. My first pastry treat in Somerville tasted like a wet bisquick concoction. Maybe the bagels are better. No matter, I've thus far arrived in Boston at 5:10AM and made it to my new home for a non-sleeping nap. Red-eye flights seem to always arrive early, giving you more opportunity to be awake at a time when no human should. I recently discovered that the nearest ATM that I can use without a fee is in Hartford, Connecticut (hint to Wells Fargo online ATM locator, that's not nearby.)

My next task is to find a grocery store that is similar to Whole Foods but in walking distance. I don't have any university activities today so I'm not sure what I'll do other than work on a laptop like I did everyday at home back in my old life. Tomorrow there's a general grad school orientation and Thursday is the climactic urban planning orientation when we meet our advisors, each other, and decide on a few classes to take.

I already have visions of running off somewhere for the upcoming three day weekend. Doing that alone would be in bad form, so I'm hoping to make some close friends before the weekend. If that doesn't work out I can stay home and play with the cats, two of three seem friendly. Or I might invest my efforts in new activity groups via Meetup.com. Worst case I'll stand in Davis Square and get confused by the converging six roads and angry drivers. I'm a little cranky; I haven't slept
in a day or so.

I was very well-comed to my new home by a dressed bed and a good book.