I just took an unusually early shower. Normally, I reserve showers for that low point between 3 and 4am, when I really need the freezing breeze through the permanently open window to snap me out of a tired stupor. Today, however, was my roommate Roopa's birthday. Since she's from San Jose, her parents conveniently drove over with a huge cake and balloons. The birthday celebration degenerated beyond our putlucks, amplified by ridiculous square-footage-to-people-crammed-inside proportion. Hence the shower to get the frosting out of my hair. I didn't much mind, though, as I was the instigator...

Yet I think I was quite justified after being mauled by Roopa, Vicki, and to a lesser extent, Smita while attempting to be on the phone. Apparently, my RAC and Acadia pictures have generated some impressive fan clubs around here, even if not as impressive and dedicated as Brownian ones. Why do I associate with such troublemakers?

Last night, I finished at the library around 1am and walked back with Molly (who'd gone there separately) in the brisk, bright night. It made me think of some really good late-night walks at home. I can't wait for all the random excursions and lack of academic thought that characterize winter break!

Primal scream just reverberated through the air. You're supposed to scream out of your window every midnight of Dead Week, a small but vital component in the campus-wide release of tension. Does it work? I'm not sure.