Hungry.

All of my brain juices are gone. But I'll try anyway.

I've spent the last hour or so looking at NYC apartments online. Who knows if visualizing really helps, but I doubt it can hurt. Seems the cheapest they before they become downright dirty is around $1,500 a month. One day. One day soon.

This last week was a long one. It was the week before finals and it was supposed to be relatively mellow, but I had two papers due and an article to finish. The papers should be A material and the article went front and center (finally). I'd been working on it for more than a month and they kept sending me back to the drawing board before I finally gave up and started over from scratch. Sometimes you have to wipe the slate clean to end up with a good finished product. Sometimes your first try is crap. The story was about the culture centers on campus and the inequity they experience in both their funding and support from the University. I was pleased with the way it came out. My friend Tyler read it while we were closing the Deli last night. He gave me the greatest compliment a journalist can receive: "You are quite objective in this."

I am applying here and there and everywhere for summer internships. I've already got a story idea for my spring internship at the Herald Times, and I hope to start gathering the pieces relatively soon. I don't want to go in there and take orders. I want to leave with at least three extremely strong clips to send out to employers.

It's been snowing and it's so chilly. I like the winter sometimes. In a few months, I'll hate it for sure, but right now it's kind of nice. With the approaching holiday, I feel cheery. I'll feel even more so when my finals are over next week and I get to spend break with both my family and Spencer's. I'm going to Chicago for Christmas but we're going to Colorado for New Years.

I drove my friend Scott home tonight from work and we talked about all the camping equipment he's bought over the past few months. He's planning for when the world collapses and people have to start surviving rather than living. I told him I was coming to his house when it all ended. Really, I think I'll buy a tent when I get around to it.

Adios. Ciao.