Well, I have to write something. I can't expect anyone to read through that last entry, which was admittedly written only to amuse myself.

I could write about myself, of course, because that's always fertile ground. The only problem is that, however honest I try to be, everything I write is always either self-pitying or self-aggrandizing, and I'm better than both.

Well, in any case. Today was a good day; I studied, had brunch with Greg and dinner with Ann, and then studied some more.

I watched about half of a movie called Kolya at the campus theater; at first it dealt with the Russian occupation of Czechoslovakia, which is what The Unbearable Lightness of Being is about, so that was interesting. Sadly, it looked like it was turning into a heartwarming story of a boy and his stepfather, so I ducked out.

Greg had his percussionist friend Miguel Sanchez over when I got back, as part of the get-together he'd been planning all day. We watched a few episodes of South Park, tonight's SNL (I hate all the 'new' people, Will Ferrell is that show's saving grace), and went out for subs.

We spent all night waiting for Greg's lankier drummer friend, but he never showed. Actually, scratch that, he just stopped by five minutes ago. Nice guy, actually, despite his freakish physique.

Later and goodnight.