My keychain (holding my key, flashlight, whistle, and ID) has come apart three times today, each time because a completely different chain or ring of it failed. Basically all possible things have gone wrong with it, except that my flashlight hasn’t yet broken. I’m considering this a bad sign.

Actually, Olga and I decided we should all display our good work on the refrigerator.

Not Eugene’s English paper, though, sorry.

I’ve probably had plenty to post about in the past weeks, but I had been either preoccupied, tired, or too apathetic. Actually, I’d rate last week as pretty bad overall for assorted reasons, but I suspect the lack of natural sunlight had something to do with it.
So I was pleased about this:

On Saturday I […]

Tonight I decorated two breast cupcakes as part of a cancer awareness activity. I do go to a women’s college, you know.

There might be another update of more substance soon, when I get in the mood to write one.