Productivity has fled. Good intentions are such pretty things until you realize they are only a mockery. So I was going to read 50 pages and write 2 papers tonight. Instead, one of the male dorms needed my "help" in bridge-jumping. Is this becoming a weekly habit? I'm glad I went though... after bailing out of every other planned activity for this weekend (Schlitterbahn, sky-diving, costume party, pool party...), I feel rather like a nerd and a wretch. Although I'm beginning to see the good side of nerdiness...
As I told Dan earlier, the original plan tonight was to blog about psycholology, seeing as how it's been on the brain lately. However, it's about 3 hours later than I was hoping for bed, and I shouldn't push the limits too far. See what I mean about good intentions? I'm off to commune with my pillow; many hopes that you are doing the same.