Last night was really something grand. A deviation from what was planned turned out alright after all. Aside from a run-in with Coppers over firecrackers. A close one, indeed, for a few, but luckily it was resolved without unwanted discoveries. Two so-called midterms tomorrow, in Econ. and Gov't., the latter of which I am truly dreading. Twilight Zone wanderings gave way to feelings of waste and laziness, time ignored and energy consumed in tireless tasks. I hate days like this. The fault is my own, and tomorrow will not be allowed such foolishness. There really is nothing like late-60s musical perfection to bring up my mood just a bit. And in this case, it is not the usual Rolling Stones (though they are undeniably the best, their perfection is not limited to the '60s), rather it is the Moody Blues' marvelous album "On The Threshold Of A Dream." Yes,indeed. Well, life calls, so away I go. G'day. G'night. May tomorrow bring success and joy a hundred times greater than that of today.