It turns out that I'm not the only one who got bitchy drunk and unjustifiably pissed off at her boyfriend on Saturday. I don't know if it's comforting or creepy that Kelly and I seem so hormonally linked. At the very least it's kind of funny.

So I now know what I should have asked for for Christmas. My back is generally tense to the point that on that rare occasion when somebody offers me a backrub, rather than just receiving one from me, it doesn't last terribly long before they say there's nothing they can do for me and suggest a professional massage. Now however, after the stress of finals, work, etc, and the influence of a lot of driving and gift wrapping, I'm tense enough to be in pain. My back makes sounds loud enough to be heard across the apartment, and there is really no comfortable position to sleep in. I think it may be time for a massage. A good one. If anyone reads this and can recommend some one in the Arlington area, please, please, please let me know.

I get the impression that snow would be a lot more fun if everyone around me weren't so jaded to it. Childlike joy is only worthwhile as long as some one's playing along. Meanwhile, it's been obscenely cold here. It was actually 7 degrees when I got up this morning. Even now it's only warmed up to 20 degrees. Both of those would be about 40-50 degrees colder than what I'm used to for December. That's right, the difference between the two would itself make a decent temperature. Once I'm back from Christmas I think that I'll stop checking LA weather, because it's just getting too damned depressing. At some point I'll also terminate the exclamations of "How do people live like this?!"

On the brighter side, I passed my econ class, which means that I'm ok for next semester. I need to pick some reading for over break so that I can get ahead this time. At least there won't be any equations to plague me anymore.