09 May 2003 - 11:43 a.m.

How much do I heart that it's crunch time in Roanoke, and all my professors are turning into the world's biggest cream puffs? I got an extension on my Fellini paper for attending the reading and the party that followed. Everyone who had taken time out from their paper-writing to listen to poetry and drink and dance did. "I don't think diligence is something I should be rewarding," said Are, and I said "A fucking men," and served up three more beers to the party people in da hizzouse.

What I'm wearing: Pink floral dress.

What I'm reading: Someone playing piano upstairs.

What I'm doing after this: Working on my Fellini paper, but at a leisurely clip.