Cleaned our bedroom, to which I have some sort of psychic connection. Looking around and not seeing piles of dirty clothes and old candy wrappers and crumpled-up handouts — well, it actually puts me in a good mood.

And we've conceptualized the room so that it can't get that messy again. Hope with me.

Lots of loose ends still lying about. A bit of homework here, a week-old tutoring session log to write there — not to mention what promises to be a rambling and unproductive meeting with my adviser tomorrow.

A good night for tea. I took a few packets of green tea from Downer tonight and I'm wishing I had something interesting to read. Also new at Downer: delicious malt powder.

I finished Facial Justice yesterday; that was enjoyable. It's a dystopian satire from the late '50s about a society where Envy is considered the greatest evil and Equality the greatest good. Mediocrity (even in looks) is encouraged and enforced.

Fun fact: one of the dozen people who'd checked this book out since the library got a copy in the early '60s was Campbell Scott, semi-famous actor and Lawrence alum. He played Roger in Roger Dodger.

I was reading on Saturday. You can take that to mean that my weekend was low-key. Alan and I spent most of the night hanging around here doing absolutely nothing, and some quick reconnaissance proved that we weren't missing much. Fourth floor Hiett — our first stop — looked alternately like a war zone and a rave.

The "Old People" party on Friday was also low-key, and as ill-attended as we could have hoped. Jonas and I told our burly roommate about the shindig less than 12 hours beforehand, to avoid the ubiquitous "Jubb parties" for which our room will soon be notorious.

Though I have to admit that it was a little too slow, even for my taste. We had a good time, but I just never got into it. My bedroom wasn't clean then, maybe that was it. Or maybe our room really can't host small parties, a few rousing drinking games notwithstanding? Well, whatever.

The weekend was "pleasant." That's the right word. But a little slow. I'm looking forward to a less-than-low-key Pilgrims/First Thanksgiving party Tuesday night, after this cruel two-day week is over.