I would sit on my ass, all day, and do ... nothing.

After a day of playing both squash and racketball, I failed to burn this awful sickness out of my body. But at least I picked up a nifty (and unexplainable) bruise on the top of my foot. The lame agony (ha-ha) I was in helped serve as a distraction from the pain of hearing "nucular" twice in what was a complete waste of an hour, ignoring for now all the benefits of Sasha-time. Apparently, there was supposed to be a party in A-41, but after thinking about the new semester scared me away from my computer I hadn't checked my email in a few hours. I'm not sure why I thought it was totally natural for Alice to start crackin' the Sam Adams on a Tuesday night.
Well, I guess I should be grateful I'm even writing, this, seeing as my computer was on the verge of dying for good last night. Hopefully it'll survive six more months, "bad clusters" and all.


(watching Office Space):
Caitlin: Those graphics are insane!
Tim: Yeah, Apple II GS. Man, I remember using those computers.
C: Isn't that what you use now?




Actually, I was a little hurt. Although after all the unintended insults I've doled out in that common room I deserve a little punishment. Well, me and my white Dell are doing just fine.