i've been afflicted with the blog-reading disease. as i sit here browsing my growing list of favorites (shamelessy ripped off from my roommates), i realize i have a blog of my very own that i should be trying to upkeep. that and no one has posted to help me waste my time.

it turns out 9 o'clock might be a touch too early to go to bed, but i sure am ready for it. i would like to say it was an exhausting day, and i suppose it must have been, but i did nothing to cause that exhaustion. the investigative reporter's handbook may very well be the driest book ever published.

i went home last weekend and i was fed like any good college student returning home for the weekend should be: tacos, turkey, steak...why don't i go home every chance i get? what's that? i already do? good point. PLUS my mom gave me money and this super duper neato magnetic rolly polly nail clipper set. for just a moment, let's suspend the knowledge that i chew my nails off rather than clipping them and concentrate on just how cool my mom is.

i've got this weekend to look forward to as well, as my very favorite city boy will be paying me a visit. we are going to support my budding (and his maturing) buffalo wing addiction and we're both drooling with anticipation. we've agreed to abstain from wings when we're not together which i'm sure can do nothing but strengthen our relationship. we also plan on watching the umd/minnesota series this weekend and have already worked out a bet. now all i have to do is count down the hours...