In ancient Rome, there was a poem.....

I wish I didn't have two exams tomorrow. I want to be reading books on compilers and writing my essay for Russian literature. For once I feel like I actually have enough material to keep going for ten or more pages. My usual problem in writing essays is I strove to write concisely, so after six pages I have said everything I want to say, and then am left to try to fluff it up into the required minimum of 8, and then pass in 7 and half and hope the quality of the essay will excuse its quantity. This time though, I have *three* novels, and two subjects that I am going to examine in each.

I don't expect the exams to be hard, they are both in classes I have already passed; but such expectations can lead to unhappy results. I went to the cs 245 review session yesterday; but about the only thing I got out it was getting to watch a guy chug two cans of red rave one right after the other.

My mom sends me e-mails about being excited about my coming home, and I try not to think about it. She also sent me news my childhood best friend had a baby in high school, which child services took away because she continued to live with her violent drug-dealer boyfriend. Or something like that. I kind of didn't see that coming while trying to build a tree house together. If I get a third e-mail like this, I will be forced to conclude I spent my childhood with some pretty sketchy people.

This is the third day this week a package has arrived from Amazon for alfedenzo. My present for him seems to have finally arrived at AtticHaus.

I can't decided if this is the most awesome thing ever or the most depressing. Somehow though, either way, it seems right.