So I'm sitting at brunch, talking about plans for the summer and next year with a Marg Add acquaintance of mine, and he was saying how the worst part of res was the food and all of a sudden it hit me: with a look of horror on my face, I said, "I will have to cook for myself all summer. I'll have to pay for food. I have no job." Panic ensues.

I'm really going to start job-hunting in earnest. Monday.

Having "nothing" to do will be good while it lasts though. Today I slept in, went swimming, then went to Starbucks and read for awhile.