I just devoured a bag of Funyuns. I haven’t had Funyuns in years, but I used to love them in middle school. I think for me it’s sort of a mix between how great onion rings are, and my early fascination with the dehydrated food that astronauts get to eat. (See also: why I became a boy scout - okay I also liked the scoutmaster’s daughter.)

Anyway, I’ve set up shop in the newspaper office and things couldn’t be better, except for having to finish this paper. I’ve given myself a deadline of tomorrow at 5 pm. After that, I won’t touch it again until sometime next week before it is due. I really like my topic and there are a lot of places it could go, but at this point it is clear that I need to hone in on specifics and stop going on wild tangents. Anyway, I’ve got an unlimited snack supply in the lobby, the fan blowing, the police just checked in to make sure the office wasn’t being robbed, and all the baseball games are over so I can stop checking scores.

I wouldn’t be opposed to wanton, deprived 1L girls invading the office to seek “advice” on finals, but short of that, I’ll push through till midnight.

-jd