I'm hungry. But that's okay because I am going to Del Posto in an hour! Mario Batali food! Avec Sara! And I've survived the week (minus French tomorrow)! Other than having survived the week, I haven't done much but work and spectate and read. And feel sick from dining hall food. Which brings me back to the fact that I am not going to the dining hall tonight, but rather to... I'll spare you the exclamation.
In other news, I have boy problems. And I just saw my Lit Hum teacher strut by outside the Lerner windows. Seriously, strut.