So far, life's been a bitch. I'm flunking Moral Theology (almost there), writing a scripting engine (hell, definitely), worrying about my orgs (not quite, but still), fretting over the layout of Voyager (ugly), and attempting to get the whole lotta crap of my chest onto my journal (extremely difficult— I feel constipated).
But here's a plus: I've gotten myself a copy of Umberto Eco's Foucault's Pendulum. Coolness.
Previously: Cleaning Up