A rainy day. I'm inside, trying to figure my apartment situation for the next year. I've done this only once before, and I'm always surprised by how much of a gamble it ends up being.

Do I wait for the University of Chicago to send me a housing application (MAPH people have to call and request one, apparently)? Or do I go for the reasonably priced but relatively distant apartment before someone else grabs it? Should I just play it safe and grab the cheap studio, even if it means paying for an extra month? Decisions, decisions...

Since Danielle's wedding on Saturday, B-town has gradually reverted to the unexciting town of my childhood. We left soon after people started dancing and went to Jenna's, where I had a shot of Graham's bijo, which he billed as a sort of "Chinese tequila."

Easily the most horrible shot I have ever taken, worse than Jagermeister or Ouzo, though it tasted a little like the latter. Everyone left shortly thereafter and I naturally, but erroneously, assumed it was because of the bijo.

Jenna and Adam went home on Sunday, after meeting us for lunch at Rafferty's Pizza. I think Adam and his girlfriend only spent slightly more than 24 hours in B-town. I wouldn't have made the trip, personally, but he had his brother's grad party to attend.

After all that excitement Graham and I decided to see Batman Begins, which I keep referring to as Batman: Year One out of force of habit. I'm still one of those people who think Aronofsky will make another movie, someday. Dreamers all...

It was a pretty good movie, albeit with some of the inevitable logical flaws. After dinner we met up again at Amelia's house for a few rounds of Lunch Money, a card game that will never replace Illuminati in my heart of hearts.

And today, rain. And busywork.