Quick rule: Under no circumstances is it appropriate for caucasians to refer to their friends as "my peeps." When I'm Supreme Dictator, this is going to be a capital offense.

'Just enjoying a lunch break in the middle of "budget week," which is just awful. I mean, I'm getting it and keeping afloat and all but it's just...it's just awful. Morale is at an all-time low. People can barely make it up the stairs. J-school feels like biz school and law school smashed together into some horrible genetic hybrid mutation. 'Then you get to go out and report on it. (And yes, I see you law school and biz school people raising your hands in protest. And no, I am not calling on you...)

On a bright note, it looks like I get to fly to LA this weekend, leaving on Fri. afternoon without suffering any academic consequences. I can't f'n wait to see Cronkette again. For all you techno-nerds out there, let me put it in terms you can understand: You could compare our relationship to a fiber optic signal, or a wireless connection. We're at that point in the optical current where the signal's fading, and this trip is the bridge that copies, strengthens and reinforces the signal - sending it along to the next bridge.

And frankly, it's gonna be nice to sleep in a bed next to her again. In Chi-town our landlord just turned on the heat for the first time early this morning. Up until that point, I was living out the "sleeping in a cold bed" cliche quite literally.

Anyways, everybody be sure to wish her a happy birthday.

PS sorry to anyone I might've puzzled with that doppleganger of an entry, on my last post (since deleted). 'Should read correctly now.