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It surprises me sometimes, more than it ought to, I think, how many people care about what happens to me. MacKenzie took me to South this evening to meet Simon and Andi, to see if perhaps they knew anyone in South who wanted to get into East, or if there would be South-space for a single Eastie with no roommate. Andi did not, off the top of her head, but hopefully she will think of me if it is an issue that comes up.

Speaking of which, if anyone hears of a girl looking for a roommate in East, Atwood, or Case, or someone to fill out a South suite, well, I am too. I'm relatively quiet and relatively neat, and I can feed myself. And I'm housebroken.

I have way too much to do tomorrow. And I am going to go to physics lecture. I just am. That's the way it goes.

Shower, bed.

"Perfection is the enemy of good."
--Professor Donnelly, misquoting (as far as I can tell) Winston Churchill

I feel better today. For some reason, the fact that I actually paid attention in physics helped. Of course, so did the fact that I have wonderful parents, and the fact that I apparently managed to say something helpful yesterday.

Parents have concluded that I should go to either CMU or HMC. Am not going to argue. This is why they are awesome.

I have this cloudy seed of a philosophy--it's good to do things you don't think you should, but you really really want to. At least, sometimes. Which is why it's important to decide carefully...

Off to shower. At peace with world.