Sandwiches and o-chem make the world go round. Journalism stops it. Tea gets it restarted.

( the Sandwich Song! )

Umm., yeah. I'll start writing whenever I have enough time to procrastinate. Which is not tonight. I stopped home to relax, make tea, and put on pj-pants 'cause we're probably not leaving journalism till late (and Robert's on the near-death list. He thinks he knows about design but doesn't, and he's slacking). Orgo lab sucks. Big time. Really. It was easy today, and I still finished late. Dr. Shankweiler suggested that finishing late was generally a confidence (or lack thereof)-related problem. Ah well. I'll work on that later. My tea's stewing and I need to find comfy pants, and I'll be back to face "the horror! the horror!"

I got the sweetest, most romantic valentines from Jamie and Stephanie. How cuuuute!