26 September 2001 - 11:50 p.m.

I should be working. But for some reason, I decided I could not do work and eat Pringles at the same time. So I ate Pringles. Then I called Gus. Now I'm updating my diary. I wish I could do a thesis made up entirely of Diaryland entries. It would be kind of like a collection of essays, only without constant pressure to be really shrewd and pithy.

The Lady Eve and It Happened One Night are pretty good movies, but not as good as Trouble in Paradise and The Shop Around the Corner, which we watched in class last week. I guess the latter tow are tough acts to follow. And none of them are as good as The Philadelphia Story. Shrewd? I think not.

Now I'm going to bed.