May 6, 1998 --

I've been inordinately decadent lately. Long hot baths, an entire box of chocolate, ice cream. Maybe it's Brian withdrawal again.

I've got no time for Brian right now. Fortunately, he has no time for me. We have projects to do. I'm done with all my labs, but I have to finish my solitare program by possibly tomorrow, most likely Tuesday. And I have a second, smaller, less painful but still there program to write for the same class. I have to enjoy the time I spend away from the computer...as little of it as there is.

I've discovered how much I really don't like Russel Stover's chocolate...it's just really not good. Whitman's chocolates are far superior. That's why I came close to starvation before eating the chocolate in the heart shaped box that I got Brian for Valentine's day and he left here.

Phew...long sentence. Probably a run-on. No time to proofread.

But I bought a box of Whitman's chocolates for myself after Easter and they sat there, unopened for the longest time. They've been open for just under four days and the box has only about seven pieces left. Yummy chocolate.

Let me tell you, this clear skin was starting to bother me. I had to do something drastic.

Back to work...just figured I'd mention that yes, in fact, I am still alive.