Last night I dreamt that a) I was Harry Potter and Becky Reik was letting Voldemort into Hogwarts and b) Aunt Pat had a chimpanzee and I went to the pool with it. I am mentally ill, clearly.
Best Tuesday ever - didn't have to present in Technique and I'm DONE with Translation (for the semester, at least). And after all that, Francophone Litterature was survivable.

Still have no life. I hate Sundays. They usually give me a headache. Yesterday I lurked around my room and read books in English. I oughta read something in French one of these days. Wonder what's good. Bridget Jones's Diary was good.