I feel better about my paper now that it's started and going pretty well. I think I can make it satisfactory by Thursday. But I never want to read/hear/talk/think about Dante's Divine Comedy ever again in my entire life. We're going to Pacuigo's later on tonight. Italian gelato...it's the best. It's going to be the perfect cap off to a pretty stressful day. I wrote three letters today. I wrote my usual Monday letter to my love, a thank you letter to my aunt who sent me money for my birthday, and a letter to my friend in the Army stationed in Germany. I hope he realizes how much I think of him and worry about him and miss him. I try to write him whenever I can because I'm sure it makes him feel good to hear news from someone he knows. He wrote me in his last letter about a friend of ours who is stationed in Iraq. He said he was talking to our friend's mother, and she said some old Iraqi man gave our friend a goat for thanks. I'm sure that goat was dinner for him and his friends that night. Ah, the experiences we all have had.