I was chopping vegetables last night when I cut my index finger. The best way I can describe the wound is to say that it's sort of like a fish gill. When Brandon saw it, he expressed his sympathy, and after it was established that I would indeed survive, he joked that I shouldn't try to skin myself anymore. Yeah, I guess he's right.

I slept the entire night with my glasses on. Didn't break them or anything. My friend Eric hates my circa 1970's glasses, though he was there when I got them and apparently wasn't forceful enough to stop me from getting them. I'm glad the glasses have lasted as long as they have, because I have no idea what kind of glasses I'd get to replace them. The replacements would probably be even more out of style, since I figure all glasses are dorky. You wear glasses a while 'til people forget how good you look without glasses, then you switch back to your contacts and they think you've really improved. And of course, you also wear glasses from time to time to look smarter. Or at least feel smarter while hiding behind them.

This week is my Spring Break, which means I have a whole lot of homework but I don't have to go to class. Did I mention I get to read a book? The Things They Carried, by Tim O'brien. It's about the Vietnam War, so I figure it should be pretty darned cheery. Well, keep it real.