Sick. But what should I expect after filling our room with strangers and going out to the bars and walking in the bitter cold?

(Overnight, our campus has been transformed into a windswept tundra.)

Tomorrow is going to rock me like a hurricane. I've got three classes, all sorts of trivia stuff, and the obligatory five-hour shift at the Lawrentian.

Plus some lingering homework: my book for German got lost in the weekend shuffle and I still haven't bought my book for English, which I'd forgotten about until today. I'm tempted to stay home sick rather than go to my classes.

But I'm paying for class, you see. And I haven't been to class in four days, so it's probably about time.

Here's hoping I feel sick enough to make this moral dilemma a moot point.

I should probably tone down the whining. Jubb had to pick up his car from the impound lot today, and Alan was right to note that our problems are a bit smaller, if not inconsequential, in comparison.

Apparently the security guard who, in accordance with university rules, had Jubb's car towed, is the same security guard who, with no regard to university rules, busted up Jubb's party on Saturday.

The Queen of Plantz, our RLA, says there were no complaints (the guard, perhaps changing her story, says there was one), and the "live music" justification we were given is apparently bunk. The Politician, who knows more about campus policies than I do, thinks that the guard was violating protocol.

Granted, there was (copious) underage drinking, but that's not why the party was busted: we'd long since ran out of alcohol when the guard showed up. If we had to clear out our room because of someone's whim?

Another way to make yourself sick is not getting enough sleep, I've heard…