Unless things change drastically in the next couple of days, I am going to go crazy living here this year. It seems like I may have gotten stuck on a floor more inclined to partying and standing around talking loudly, in the halls that echo like crazy. There are all of two people (out of about twenty) I am at all inclined to actually like.

I went into the city for a while, which provided a bit of a respite. Wandered around the gay section of town, and chatted with one of the clerks in a club-wear store and got tips on where to buy cheap groceries. Bought cheap groceries, and then realized that it's kind of a pain to walk around with lots of groceries, so I came back here, to the noise.

...I think the promise of free food has lured everybody else out. Free food sounds good, but around here 'BBQ' apparently means 'overcooked hamburgers' (and just hamburgers - the cheese either disappears in the first five minutes, or doesn't exist to begin with), and I am sick of that.

Goddamn am I in a foul mood. I think I need to go kill things for a while.