The Insanity of Finals.

I have this incredible urge to buy something frivolous. This is probably a direct result of impending finals.

For now, I have narrowed it down to a mango slicer, a citrus squeezer, an ice cream machine, or a portable barbecue grill. I am now trying to decide which subset of these options will bring the most long-term happiness.

Another solution.

Don't clean at all.

The "date".

To those of you who wish to set me up with other people: Please screen prospective candidates a little more carefully.

To those of you who get set up with me: I prefer two-sided conversations. One-sided just doesn't cut it.

A walk on the wild side, comparatively speaking.

Tomorrow evening, I am dining with my Chinese teacher and a couple of her other students. She didn't tell me who they were until she confirmed the location and time. I smell a setup.

I have a midterm Saturday, and I'm already not studying for that tonight (Chinese class). So I will lose one more night of study to go on what could very well be a blind date. Or dates (plural), since there are two other students.

My feeling is that normal people with truly healthy social lives wouldn't expend very many brain cells pondering this. I've suspected this all along, that I am not at all normal.

Worrying about losing that night of study time already...