I'm a grumpus today because somewhere along my travels I picked up a cold. My brownskin twin was still able to make me laugh, though, when she mocked me for being completely retarded about giving and receiving physical affection.

She decided my new nickname is Missus Roboto, and she executed all these weird robot arm moves to the song and saying "This is you, getting a hug." Then she said I probably have one of those reverse alerts that they put on big trucks - it goes "BWAH BWAH BWAH you're getting too close, please back away, BWAH BWAH BWAH you might actually make contact PLEASE BACK AWAY."

It wouldn't be as funny if it weren't true.

Today I mailed my application for an assistantship to the school and department I hope to matriculate from.

The little voice in my head and I are going to have what she called "Our New Year's Eve Action/Adventure Movie Marathon" - it consists of Star Trek, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, and (DRUM ROLL PLEASE) G-FORCE. Do not eff with the guinea pigs. They will mess you up.

This might be my last entry of the year - I hope I didn't disappoint.