Ronda is playing Poe on the radio.

I wonder if Curtis's not-wanting-to-exist-publicly is making me not want to exist publicly. I'm more inclined to blame it on my sudden and unexpected lack of Internet access from home. I just don't feel like writing emails and diary entries and stuff unless I've just gotten out of bed. Hence I haven't been writing much. I'm hoping that once we are all moved into the new house, things can return to some semblance of normalcy.

After I get home from work here at the station this afternoon, I really should do more packing and cleaning and stuff. Instead, I will probably watch Sneakers with Nathaniel and maybe listen to some CDs, if I ever manage to dub the new Dave and Tracy this afternoon. Our lightning-fast CD burner is currently dead, and Ronda's using the backup one, so I'll have to wait until she's done.

Emily and I went to Mass today... we went to St. Thomas Aquinas, which is the church that Nathaniel's mom made him attend until he started college. Nathaniel is now a bitter ex-Catholic. I'm just lonely for my good old Anglo-Catholic church from home. I didn't even go that often when I lived with my parents, but I did like going. Roman Catholic churches feel better than Protestant churches, but still not quite right. I don't know all the words to the prayers... they're just different enough to throw me off. And it feels weird to take Communion standing up. (At my church, we kneel at the altar rail. We're wacky traditionalists.) Still, it was nice to go.

I'm doing a lot of reading these days about religion, plus a little bit of reading about linguistics (to date, just Steven Pinker's The Language Instinct, which hasn't really imparted much new information so far but which is pretty entertaining). Reading about different denominations of Christianity and cults and stuff is really cool. No one quite seems to understand my sudden interest in them -- heck, I don't even really understand it -- but it's fun. Hence, I read. I should take advantage of the libraries I'm paying... how much am I paying a year to use them? I'm going to check. $4,240. Not bad at all, considering what most universities cost these days. I feel like much less of a chump than I did when I was at Mount Holyoke.

Damn, med school is expensive. I guess all the bitching they do about paying back loans on ER isn't entirely fictional.

Now Ronda's playing Ben Folds Five. I still remember the bass line to this song from when we sang it in V-8s. Neato.

I'm sleepy. Time for me to go hang out on the couch and read trade magazines.