Brace yourselves gentlemen. According to the gas chromatograph, the secret ingredient is... Love!? Who's been screwing with this thing?
- Professor Frink, 'The Simspons'

Tomorrow, I will be taking an exam on drugs, blood and explosives. Yes, it is exciting. So tonight, I cram, between interesting scenes of old House episodes, Dresden Files, Battlestar Galactica (yes my social schedule is brimming) and spoons of Ben & Jerry's New York Super Fudge Chunk ice cream. I'm an ice cream addict, and B&J's is the only good ice cream available on campus.

Comfort foods are probably going to be the death of me. My sisters will attest that when I go home, the first thing I do is go to the freezer and either dig out some tasty ice cream sandwiches, or restock it with tasty ice cream sandwiches for later consumption. When I am freaking out about a paper I will consume any pasta-type product that can't run away fast enough. (I'm off the meats, so I need to pretend that the noodles are alive.) And pizza--oh, dear goodness, pizza!--I consume quite a lot of that when exams are coming up. I try to keep it in moderation, but this semester is being tricky.

Fortunately, the weather is getting better, and I am a lot more willing to just walk across campus (1/2 hour at a brisk pace) and otherwise not be in my cave.

Hugh Laurie rocks. So do The Strokes.