Festival Of Wiseguys II

This is going to be a quick message from the basement of Leavey Library.

I don't have my computer yet. No word on when, if ever, the part will come in. I'm beginning to get depressed about it. I have nothing to do in the evenings except write on paper, which is almost the worst thing in the world. The actual worst thing in the world is having no chocolate. That, thank goodness, has not befallen me yet.

Over the holidays Greg gave me a massive pile of tapes of Wiseguy, and since I've nothing better to do in the evenings (like log in), I sat down to watch some.

Four episodes later, I realized it was really late and I ought to go to bed.

Finally. The Proffitt episodes. Kevin Spacey. Drugs, crime, treachery, international arms deals. I am a happy camper.

School starts for me today: a four hour class on script analysis. I have to find out how I can get credits for my internship (I'm afraid my descriptions of what I've been doing during the day on Tuesday and Wednesday will have to wait -- typing this entry in emacs is not conducive to being chatty -- so sorry), or else graduating on time next spring will be a little dicey. Heh.

No, I don't know what script analysis is either.