I've been sitting around all day contemplating whether I should study, or spend my time debating whether I should study or not. In the meanwhile, I've managed to piss off the only really close friend I have here, stub my toe, botch up two projects, and lose my laundry card.

On the up side, it turns out the Senior Desk Attendant Caleb is an English major. I can look but not touch. But he's got the prettiest crooked teeth I've ever seen.