So I feel like a huge jerk-loser.  Josh gave me his room key before he left a couple days ago because I’ll be staying in his room and Bekah and John will be staying there while they’re visiting.  And what did I do.  I lost it.  I put it in my back pocket this morning and now it’s gone.  Nothing ever falls out of my back pocket.  What’s the deal?  Luckily it’s not a house key, just a room key.  But still.  I feel like a major creep and now tomorrow I have to tell Preceptor that I lost it.  Preceptor’s got a spare, so we can copy it, and I’ll pay for it.  But isn’t amazing how little things like this can absolutely destroy your conscience?  What a miracle it would be if it showed up before tomorrow morning. 

We bought our plane tickets for Scotland tonight.  Scotland.  I like it.

I’m listening to “De Stijl” for the first time in a long time.  This is the pinnacle of “good.” 

I’m now on break for an entire month.  There’s a period of like, 10 days when I’m just going to be sitting here without any visitors and with nothing to do.  Maybe I’ll volunteer to do people’s yard work or something.  That sounds pleasant. 

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