After checking my grades online, I found out that I've gotten all A's again this semester! Three cheers for me! Seriously, though, I'd like to thank all the little people who helped me along the way...

Everyone has their quirks. Some people have facial ticks, some people have uproarious laughter, some people talk in their sleep. For my part, I have night terrors. I have had them for as long as I can remember. They tend to follow a basic format: According to John, I sit bolt upright in bed, eyes completely wide open, and I'm staring at something. More often than not, I see a person in the room. Usually the person is holding a weapon, and it's almost always some kind of medieval weapon, like a crossbow or something. And inevitably they're trying to kill us. Sometimes I start screaming, sometimes not. In any case, John can't wake me out of it. Lately, I have taken to trying to jump, like a ninja, out of bed and run to safety. In my mind, I'm tossing back the covers and-- not unlike a cat-- leaping swiftly and deftly out of bed. In reality, John has told me, I sit up, flail my arms and legs, and then propel myself off of the bed and onto the floor. Not at all catlike.

I'm not one to sing the praises of food from restaurant chains. However, there are notable exceptions and yesterday I savored one such exception: the Pear Gorgonzola pizza at California Pizza Kitchen. John and I shot down to Orlando for an end-of-the-semester treat, and there I feasted on CPK's Pear Gorgonzola pizza. It was truly divine. For those of you who haven't yet tried it, I urge you to. Don't be put off by the salad perched atop the pizza; it makes it that much better!