It's Chrissy's birthday today. I got her some philosophy books at Babbitt's -- Sartre, because she loves him; Kant, because it's good for her.

I've had a boring day. I stayed up late entertaining various company last night (Ellen came through on her way to Chicago, and then Ryan came by and we talked about a bunch of random stuff until after midnight). Slept until 9 this morning -- incredible, considering how difficult it is for me to sleep in these days. Did a barely measurable amount of data entry at the lab, and ran into a family friend downtown.

I've been sitting around in my room for most of the day -- my awesome, clean, might-as-well-be-air-conditioned-because-it's-in-the-basement room.

I busied myself putting up some prints -- postcard-sized Klimt and Kahlo pieces dot the wall, along with quite a few Bob Marley photos. I need to get the Clockwork Orange painting Chrissy did for me a few years ago in here, as well as that Jack Nicholson Shining piece that Alyssa did for me her sophomore year of high school. Oh, and I need that potato-sack textured Bob Dylan print. And then, I shall be set as far as decoration goes. I've been picking up wild turkey feathers in the forest; I've got two humongous brown and white striped ones along with a smaller feather (that I still think is from a turkey), which is brown with a strip that has the same visual attributes as oil in water. Kind of like a regular brown feather with bling. It's cool.

Josh gave me some boards and milk crates, with which I made myself a computer desk and a writing desk. Still no chairs, but I'm kind of grooving with the spartan Japanese look. Makes the space seem bigger, which I actually don't need to do, since any room seems gigantic as compared to the shoebox I lived in at my parents' house.

Anyway, I've got some plans to keep myself from going absolutely batshit crazy this week, including hanging out with Teryn tomorrow and going grocery shopping sometime this weekend with my dad. In nine days, I'll be headed off to Canada for a week and a half because my cousin T.J. is getting married. Out of my first cousins on my dad's side, he's the first to get married... crazy, considering he's only three years older than I am. But hey, he's also a lot more financially secure, what with his professional hockey career? This will be the first time the whole Sakaluk clan has been together for a long while, and I'm over legal drinking age in Canada, so the festivities promise to be amazing.

Tonight, Chrissy and I (and assorted others?) will be going to Shooters to play some one dollah pool. Sometimes it's pretty cool to have a vagina, because you get cheap stuff on ladies' night at different places. Like one dollah pool, for instance. Can't really beat that.

I guess the financial advantages of having a dick in the corporate world far outweigh these small vagina-related financial perks at fun places like bars, though.

One of my housemates has been stealing massive amounts of my food, so much so that I've been keeping a written record of what I consume each day so I can monitor the rate of theft. I've already had to move all of my non-perishables downstairs to my room, but even these are still getting lifted on occasion! And they are HIDDEN behind my laundry hamper!!

I'm pretty sure I'm going to be looking into a lockable cabinet space and borrowing my dad's mini-fridge this semester. Meanwhile, I've moved my non-perishables into my ceiling. So much for my milk, eggs, and waffles. Sigh.

At least my 100 percent cranberry juice remains untouched. Apparently it is not an attractive beverage to the obese?

Which is sweet, because my kidneys need that shit.

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