I spent the afternoon getting pleasantly lost on the Duke campus, trying to find two buildings that are right next to each other and very large.

The result, finally, was a copy of Windows XP (Has anyone else noticed the emoticonical appropriateness of that name?) to install on my otherwise pristine MacBook, and my very own DukeCard, which, as far as I can tell, serves as everything from a key to a credit card to quasi-legal ID in the city of Durham.

After a few weeks of recurring "I'm in some law class and it's finals time and I'll be damned if I've ever even seen this professor before, much less actually listened to a lecture" anxiety dreams, my brain has apparently decided to give me a break... by providing a recurring anxiety dream about moving. In it, it's ten A.M. of the day I'm planning to move, the movers are gone, and I've just looked around my apartment and noticed six or eight more loaded bookshelves that I'd somehow missed and forgotten to pack.

In more pleasant news, I've met and started dating a pretty awesome young lady.