The semester is almost over, thank God. I should be way more stressed about it, but I've been reading the completely fabulous and totally absorbing Animal, Vegetable, Miracle by Barbara Kingsolver, and wondering if I shouldn't just chuck this whole advanced-degree thing and just grow plants and write stories instead. Too bad it's not very lucrative, especially compared to the diamond-encrusted, luxury-car world of nonprofit environmental work. Though compared with the prospects of finding a job in the coming months, eking out a pantry from the ground might be less challenging.

I finally met the Elephant Man who lives upstairs. Like my neighbors next door, he also has a penchant for Whitney Houston, and he was enjoying "I Will Always Love You" so thoroughly that I had to knock on his door and ask him to turn it down. Tonight he was listening to Elton John (hold me closer Tony Danza tiny daaaaaancer!). I'm beginning to suspect that the women's voices I occasionally hear coming from upstairs might just be his friends.
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