Status check complete. 7215 file(s) can be deleted.

Another day, another 7215 viruses caught by my antivirus program. Yesterday I deleted five-thousand or so. It's all because I share files over the network without a password. I am the lord of divx, the patron saint of mp3s.

I went to the housing meeting tonight. I have about a month to figure out what I'm doing next year. Which is good, because the procrastinist in me only works under pressure.

Speaking of pressure, I'm going to attempt to read fifty pages of J.F Cooper's The Pioneers tomorrow morning before class. I could have easily finished it today at the library, but I've been feeling restless ever since the sun came back to Wisconsin.

The bugs are outside (in huge swarms); why must I sit and read?

Of course, this restlessness never never amounts to actually going outside, it's just that I have newfound energy from the sun, like Sunspot on the X-Men.

At lunch I sat with Rock Show Girl, some German majors, and a prospective professor interested in Lawrence: I was beligerent, and I used the phrase "tow-headed idealist", which, as someone later pointed out, is probably not something to say when discussing Germany, what with the whole aryan race thing and all.

Well, if I'm going to delude myself into thinking I'll do my homework in the morning, I'd better go to sleep. Later.