I suppose I should write something. It has been a week or so, and I'm not dead, so I really have no excuse. I mean, sure, I've been spending all my time doing... well, Things, but we have the internet in our house now. I could type meaningful thoughs over cereal every morning, but I don't.

I do find myself spending more time than ever in computer labs, though. Like today, for instance. I'm drawing up a flyer design for the radio station (which I probably could have done at home too) in some bustling lab on the fourth floor of the design building. I actually finished the design half an hour ago. I am waiting for it to print. Forty other people in the computer lab are waiting for their documents to print; pretty much everyone, really, except the two girls next to me busy cheating on some web-administered quiz. There is tension in the air.

A box just popped up on my computer screen reading 'print error.' Now come 'cover pa sou' and finally 'print error.' Now I must go find my pa sou and cover it somehow. I will cover it with the shirt on my back if I must, but success shall be mine.