It was another invigorating day...woke up at 8:30 by habit, spent the morning in a stomach ache, finished all my finals (except my computer one, which I have to go in for) did some reading, tiny writing, dragged my ass to the gym in the afternoon, and did a lot of cleaning. I think I'm the only one in this suite who knows how. I remember being a child and helping my mom on Saturdays, listening to her ranting and raving about never having enough help as I followed her around with a roll of paper towels and the vacuum cleaner. Then we got a cleaning lady and Saturdays were peaceful again. Now I find an odd sense of relief in cleaning. I mean, I scrubbed the bathroom, vacuumed, windexed, all that good stuff and it felt good (even though I shared the same sentiments my mom had so many years ago--"Why am I doing this alone??") Anyway, that was my day. Carrie