My brain was full of Rent, but Jim had to go send me some email with Hair references, so now I've got The Flesh Failures on permanent repeat inside my brain. I'll get him for this, somehow.

Currently I'm at work, listening to my cubemate discuss cars with some random cow-orker. They're both speaking very loudly and waving their hands around a lot. This would make it difficult to accomplish things if, in fact, I had things to accomplish. Not that I really mind having a lot of free time, but there's only so much time I can spend reading news before I get stir-crazy.

The week has been calm so far, which is such a chance from the last month or so that I'm not really sure what to make of it. My relationships seem to have been clearly defined for the moment, which means I'm much more relaxed than I've been in a while. My Statistics class is winding towards its inevitable exam-filled conclusion -- which reminds me, I got my midterm from 24 November back last night. I made a B, which is not ideal but livable. I would've done much better if I hadn't stupidly misread one of the problems.

Anyway, last night was class, then going over to Room16. I was ridiculously hungry by the time I got there, despite having had lunch (sushi!) with Trip, so Jim and I ran to a Chinese fast food place on Castro to pick me up some food. Upon returning we settled in the living room to watch last week's Buffy the Vampire Slayer on tape -- I'd already seen it, but Jim had been in Arizona when it aired and hadn't had a chance to catch up yet. I was somewhat surprised by how well the episode held up when the layers of suspense were removed.

Tonight my delightful new housemate, Chuck Skinner, is going to make me pasta for dinner. Then I'm going to catch up on homework, hopefully giving me some slight chance of understanding tomorrow's lecture. Not a very exciting evening, but I think I've had enough excitement for a while.