Today's reason why there is no loving god: laundry.
OK, I'm not quite sure why this is, but it must be true. A loving god would find a way to let me have perpetually clean clothes, and not feel this ache in my soul like a kitten is being bathed in sulfuric acid. Also, what's the point of farting? Why can this smell not be diffused? Why can't a loving god just make farts smell like lilac? Why, god, why?
In other news, I'm probably going to go to Switzerland, Italy, Malta and Tunisia this summer. If you want to come, you ought to. It's going to be wonderful. Plus, planning things out is incredibly wonderful, because you get to drain all of your excess energy/angst/worry into a trip. Feeling sad? Just look at that map of Malta again. Yes, it really is that cool, and you get to go there!
This weekend, I'm seeing Cat Power twice, and also David Sedaris. Hopefully, things will work out, specifically with my two five pagers which I've not yet begun and are due on Tuesday, the day before my CS Midterm. Fuckin' Clancy.
