The cosmos put in a song request for me this morning. Driving to work, fed up with Marketplace on NPR, I switched up my presets and rocked out to "Refugee" by Tom Petty. It was just so good! Like Chicken McNuggets with sweet and sour sauce after months without McDonald's good. "It don't really matter to me, baby. / You believe what you want to believe."

I am swilling some coffee and enjoying the unnatural quiet of Emory on the Friday before Spring Break starts. It's funny, on a gray day like this one, to see all the students dressed to catch their flights to tropical-er climes. The only appointment I had on the books for today just walked out of the office shivering in her 3/8ths of a skirt. Bon Voyage! I plan to spend next week playing typer shark, shopping online, and applying for summer jobs. If I maintain radio silence and look busy, I think I may be able to evade major assignments from my supervisors.

Emily is coming to visit this weekend. I went grocery shopping for fruits, bread and beverages last night. My refrigerator is the most stocked it's been since I started buying food for myself. Also, I had to rearrange my spice shelf thing. I can measure my tenure in adult life by the variety of condiments and seasonings I have. I started out with a bottle of soy sauce, and mustard and ketchup. I now have crazy shit like oyster sauce and not one but two vinegars. It's very exciting.

I need to clean for Emily. Oh, piles of dishes in my sink, why don't you have the decency to wash yourselves? People shouldn't have to live this way.