My custom is to timestamp each update when I begin it; only if I remember when I'm done writing do I adjust the time to reflect the finishing time. That explains why the previous update is marked with Tuesday's date, although you're only seeing it for the first time right now.

Excuse for such a lame and pithy update? Um... I have none. Well, no good ones, at any rate. I've just been swamped with catch-up work. For my only breather, which happened last night, I downloaded Macromedia Fireworks from Hiten's computer and screwed around with it until I came up with a prototypical website for the ultimate team. I'd forgotten how much I revel in the anality of fudging with individual pixels and with details in general. As a rather diehard Notepad HTMLer, though, I can't use Fireworks without a modicum or more of guilt. You basically work in it as you would in Photoshop until you're ready to export stuff; at which point you click a button and—voilá—there's all the JavaScript neatly inserted in your file for you. Definitely cheating.

Enough of logistics, excuses, and hypocrisy.

I love instant coffee, my most recent dining hall discovery. There's a thrilling sense of anticipation as you dump the tiny orange packet and watch those fragrant granules melt into your two-minutes-in-the-microwave water. A scoop of hot chocolate mix—also courtesy of the dining hall—reincarnates it as a yummy mocha. I've stockpiled a tiny hoard of both by grabbing a packet of one or the other at every mealtime.

All this caffeine is probably detrimental to my health; then again, so is passing out in mysterious places around the dorm. The latter is probably worse, so I'll carry on with my bliss-in-a-cup for now.----- --------