The Return of the Swing (Space)...ok, horrible. HORRIBLE!
Mood:  bright
A good day. I got enough sleep last night. I'm back with all my friends. There's snow on the ground and classes ripe for the picking. I'm remembering why I love school. In the bookstore today, Kate and I perused textbooks from all departments, tempted to buy fascinating-looking volumes for classes we never planned to take. Unfortunately I can't take the Fiction Writing class I wanted to take because, contrary to the course listings, the Department website and the prof say applications were due in December. Apparently over 100 people applied, so my chances might not have been so high anyway given my meagre body of work. So it looks like science for me, unless I get into one of two college seminars on writing (highly unlikely, since they're not D-port seminars).

We rearranged the common room furniture. we're not sure we like it, but we needed to change something.