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There's something oddly comforting about coming back to school after I've been gone for a while, putting away whatever junk food I bought when I was gone, doing stuff I should have done before I left but didn't have time for. I was only gone for a weekend, but Jason's house always seems like a totally different world from the one I inhabit at school, so it feels like it's been a long time since I left.

Today's MLK day and we don't have classes, so I spent this afternoon at work and running errands, and I'm hanging out in my room for a bit before meeting with a friend to figure out housing for next year. I hope we get everything figured out pretty soon, because the whole housing thing is a HUGE source of stress right now and I really don't want to have to think about it anymore.

I'm enjoying the time I have right now to straighten up and update my journal because as soon as I get back from talking to Shoshana I have two papers and a bunch of reading to do. I love spending time with Jason, but productivity just goes out the window when he's around, and I'll have to spend tonight making up for a weekend of lying around in his basement watching hockey games and MASH reruns.

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I'm supposed to be writing a paper right now. Two, actually, but the one I'm worried about is on Salinger's Franny and Zooey or "A Perfect Day for Bananafish" or both. You need to understand that Franny and Zooey is one of my favorite books of all time. It's almost too close to my heart to write about, and I almost feel like analysis would be an intrusion in a way that I wouldn't care about in other books. So I suppose I'll end up writing about "A Perect Day for Bananafish," a story that's just rife with stuff to write about. If only I could get started. The fact that it's 8:35 and I haven't yet eaten dinner probably isn't helping, but it's sort of too late for that now. Sigh. Time to get to work, I guess. Wish me luck.