Last night, in the spirit of friendship, we deliberately rented a bad movie: SWAT. It was hilarious. When the group dispersed, Margaret and I drove all the way to Newton only to find that Perkins was closed, so we bought a frozen pizza instead.

Funniest tasteless joke I've heard recently:

Q: What's better than winning the gold medal in the Special Olympics?
A: Not being retarded.

Tonight's bad movie: Gigli. That's right, the $6 million abomination.

Anyone who's spent the first part of January in Grinnell knows that it can be a desolate place. The number of friends in town is dwindling daily, the temperature has dropped considerably, and the town is now covered with a proper amount of snow. I will go back to Chicago soon, though, and while I am anxious to get back to the city and get my life started again, I am worried about that prospect as well. I need a boost of self-confidence and enthusiasm, both of which are in short supply this time of year. I wish I had a job to go back to. To which to go back.

I need an injection of inspirado.

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