I washed my hair in the sink after dinner, with a little towel. That, of course, elicited memories of my grandmother washing my hair in the basin, before I was tall enough to reach the sink. She would sit in a little chair, with a metal basin of water on the ground. Then me, draped backwards over her knees... At least that's how I remembered it. If you're thinking... what the hell? Yeah... sounds tortuous to me as well. I remember I threw a fit every time she washed my hair, and couldn't wait for the day when I would be tall enough to reach the sink.

Linda came over for dinner and we ate at Wiess. She confirmed that the lights in Hanszen commons are extra bright. I think I'm light-sensitive... it must be the exact caliber of light to either excite me or calm me... and the ones at Hanszen is just too high (or too low).

I'm looking forward to this weekend, although I have two more papers to write and one big test to take. Bridget Jone's Diary comes out Friday night... There is something reassuring about imperfect people falling in love. :)