Tomorrow morning I've been asked by a former professor of mine to attend an informal informational session and coax prospective students to attend the university next year. Not exactly how I want to spend my Saturday morning, of course, but I agreed to do it anyway because one) it's later in the morning so I can still sleep in, two) they are having a free lunch for all who participate, and three) I enjoy the irony of me persuading people to attend college.

Lately, things have been dry. Routine. Even my work schedule is becoming predictable. I could probably start laying my clothes out a week in advance and not worry about my work wardrobe conflicting with my casual wardrobe. It certainly would be a time-saver.

This week was a bit off, though. I had a paper due, and many other little things that needed to get done, all in between working 27 hours. But that's all finished now, for better or worse, and I have this weekend to pull my head above water before I do it all over again next week. That's been kind of the story this semester.

I'm fine with it though. Just counting down days now. Counting down the semester, then the year, then time till graduation, then time till I get out of Kirksville, then time till I become a published writer. Really, all of this is just one extended countdown to the day that I die, but that's a little too depressing to think about.

Enough of this. Goodnight all.

Tonight at work, I found a dead fly in the Dilusso brand Black Forest Ham. That's the more expensive brand of ham. I'm not too concerned, though, because I have it on good authority that it isn't actually ham.

When humans become stuck in a rut or fixed on a routine or overwhelmed with stress, they are prone to throw a kink in the mechanism, shake things up a bit. It's the code of self-betterment: if one things doesn't work, try something else.

Friday night was my first night off in nearly three weeks. Off from work, off from classes, off from Windfall, off from everything. I went out with a friend that night, and I got to drinking, and I got to thinking--what could I do to disrupt the orderly current of the universe, to jolt the cosmos' EKG to something more enlivening?

Well, I had been drinking, so I knew that it was a bad idea to do something impulsive. But when I woke up the next morning sober and realized that it still sounded like a good idea, I walked over to the local city supermart and bought a Playstation 3. But here's the real nutty part: I walked back to my apartment with it.

I bought two games. The new hockey game that came out this past month and GTA IV. These past two days, I've been playing nonstop, pausing only for work and sleep. My homework may be suffering, my eating habits poor, my exercise declining. But really, can we blame that on the video games? Isn't that just the description of the generic college student?

Anyway, that's not the point. The point is, now I can play GTA IV on my own terms. Finally. It only took a year and half.