And for my next trick, I will proceed to turn myself into one of those people who gives something up for Lent because they've already managed to break the resolutions they made less than two months ago.

I have so not adhered to the QTIP philosophy. I really should give up the chip on my shoulder, but that, methinks, would be biting off more than I can chew. Best to start small, then.

Reyu gave me a sublime slice of pizza. I pounced on it like a starving orphan and then, for fear of traumatizing any dramamates, darted into the hallway with it.

I honestly believe this is the slowest week I've ever experienced. I got home late last night and studiously avoided doing any homework. Then I piously decided to get up an hour early to finish/start it. Then I dreamed Medusa told me there were eight feet of snow outside and school had been canceled. This was appealing enough for me to dazedly believe it. So, when I was jolted out of bed by my annoyingly faithful clock at the bright and shiny time of three fifty-four, I didn't hesitate to reset my alarm. I did eventually realize there was no snow outside, and I did get all my homework done on time. Most successful Valentine's Day I've ever had.

To the brave souls who waded through the previous entry: Thanks for reminding me that sanity isn't all its cracked up (that's not a pun, really) to be. Somehow, I manage to forget that every now and then.

Adieu.