I cannot sleep! It is very frustrating! I doze off and have unpleasant, boring fever-dreams of my last art history class, which I took notes on and do not need rehashed in my subconscious, geez! I do not like being sick.

Classical concert last night: excellent! It turns out I am capable of enjoying classical music, or at least Chopin and Mozart’s last symphony.

Yesterday, during my daily trudge to Calculus, someone came up behind me and said, apparently in my direction: “Do you want the rest of my fortune cookie? I’m not going to finish it.” A bearded but otherwise sane-looking person was proferring three yellow shards. Perhaps taking my surprised yip as assent, he tipped the moist pieces into my palm and strode off. It was very strange. The fortune cookie went to a nearby squirrel, and I, bemused, went to Calculus.

I can’t tell Kurt Russell and Patrick Swayze apart. Can anyone?

My greatest accomplishment yesterday was climbing this giant tree (that’s my World Lit professor in the foreground). It was surprisingly awesome, though probably ill-advised!