Remind me that if there's any way I can afford it, the next time I move, I should live alone. I was fine having roommates when they were my friends, but now that we're just roommies, I want to kill them all and then finish myself off. The reason this is a problem is that I actually like both of my roommates. I know that I annoy them, and that's mostly what annoys me. It's also not helping that this place is so small and that I end up feeling guilty for things that I would have taken as a matter of course in my previous living situations.

On a similarly pissy note, I have two classes that leave me bored and frustrated. Once again, I actually like the professors, but feel as though they're both trying to figure out what path the class is going to take, and encouraging some rather useless and shallow discussion in the meantime. Luckily the classmates are mostly good, though I can definitely see the differences created by age and time in grad school.

I need to straighten out my attitude. The term "sniper rifle" has come from my mouth far too often over the past several days. I should at least try to become less pissy before Aunt Mary gets here. Though, conveniently enough, she is flying into Dulles at rush hour. This becomes a bit problematic when one considers the fact that the main road out to Dulles become carpool only during rush hour.