So I've had an unproductive week. Maybe it just feels that way because I'm not rushing home to work on a note. I can't believe the school year is almost over. Got to start cranking out those outlines. Ack.

Inter journal party last night was interesting. It was very frat party-ish. I guess I'm not much of a partier. Couldn't really enjoy much of it because I had to drive home anyway. Made a few rounds to see how each office was celebrating and then left. Excitingly fun St. Patrick's Day festivities, I know.

Today was another long day. Making up hours that I'll miss tomorrow because of the symposium. Progressively getting sicker among other things. Survive tomorrow. Then Saturday with Chris's parents. Maybe recover on Sunday? Get some work done finally? Hah.

Oh, I also got cursed at by a homeless guy today. Oh San Francisco.

Having several different discussions about changing last names after marriage. I like my last name and I like having a ridiculously Italian sounding name. Don't know if I'd want to give it up. I think it's also the Pres girl in me talking. I don't know.

I really should go to sleep at some point.