This morning, I went back to Cowell Vaden and got some Allegra for the Magic Spreading Insect Sting. My forearm was numb from my wrist to above the elbow yesterday, but the swelling's not quite so tight this morning. I'm in the library right now, which has bookshelf-lined walls, a Mac, and a Dell. There's just under an hour and a half left 'til rooming meeting at 11; singles meeting has been on for the past half-hour in the giant living room and I can't help but overhear murmurs of their conversation through the wide passageway. There are, I believe, three singles available in the house, and everyone's sharing their reasons—sometimes intensely personal&mdash for why they'd like to be living in one this quarter. Hm.

Well, errands. I need to check out when choral auditions are, buy a second bike lock, and get some handlebar tape. Can't wait for housing meeting—what's in the living room times five should be really fascinating. Plus, at the end of it, I'll have a room to settle into!