I'm going to the University of Chicago. There, it's decided. Now to tell my parents and the school itself. Must mail acceptance certificate today. I'm also living here this summer, at least that's what I've told the Politician, my future flatmate.

Hopefully that will cheer me up. I've been down all week for reasons I can't pinpoint.

It's really strange, actually. Nothing has changed since last week. I'm still frustrated by all the same things and have all the same responsibilities, which I won't go into here thank god.

Even last night's game of Illuminati seemed less exciting than usual. It was actually, and I blame that on the unusual number of slow beginners, including what I can safely say was the most boring prospie I've ever met, who put our total number of players up to six.

Most of the players also spent the game whining about how they wanted to be out. With the Politician you can assume that he's whining out of habit, as it seems to be a control thing for him, and Alan, our reigning Illuminati champion, was apparently trying out a new mindgame. But it still sucked a bit more fun out of the game.

Whatever. I like playing. But next time I play it will be with a small group of veterans. With drinking and perhaps cheating.