3:39pm, Wednesday afternoon - the moment of truth. Making it past this moment means that the week will come predictably to an end, providing closure to another 5 days of meaningless, frustrating toil. My hyperbole makes me sounds much more disgruntled than I actually am, but who wants to hear about the minor disgruntlements of a fortunate daughter? Workers unite! (The first time I typed that, it read "Workers untie!" which may be more on my level.)

Discovery #1: Coffee made via the French press method is only superior if it is made from good coffee beans. Intensifying the flavor of Maxwell House does not serve the greater good. Good to the last drop, my foot.

I salvaged a grey metal box from the trash today. It makes me absurdly happy. It is square, about 6x6, and has little rubber feet on the bottom. It is perfect for treasures (and Latin flashcards).

My guilt about what I am not doing is growing apace with the heat, the mosquitoes, and my belly. Instead of working on my thesis project, practicing Latin, or enriching my mind in any way, I rush home to watch TV, read romance novels, and have rich meals with friends.