I went to the carnival today. Riding around on the little train that went approximately 3 miles an hour with Avi, Laura, and Solma, eating a deep-fried Twinkie, making fun of a Texan who couldn't ride a mechanical bull, ah, good times. . . It seems that everyone I know at the U of C was either at the carnival or at the Reg.

Concert tonight, but I'm not going. Too much work to do. I think I might drop by a party for five minutes with Maggie, but that's about it. I'm so behind, both on classwork and grading, and I can't motivate myself to do any work. Oh, well, grades don't matter, right?

We cooked dinner last night. Will, William, Evan, and Anna came for dinner (and Maggie came after we didn't have any food left-- sorry, Maggie). I think it went pretty well. We had tabouli for salad, lentil soup, quiche, and a fruit tart. It was all very good. Raspberries make me so happy. I think I might go to Hyde Park Produce and buy some after I finish here. Stupid work.