However, the Half of My Thoughts That Aren't Entirely Irrational, are Completely Stupid.

This week, the week that everyone else around seems to be starting school I am having my first test. In management. I also have to turn in a project that day. I anticipate everything going smoothly tomorrow.

I saw something earlier this week on TV about herdsmen. It was a program on either National Geographic or Discovery. This documentary chronicled two groups of herds...people? I suppose they could be called nomadic? Either way, one group herded goats in Iran.
I really kind of hope you know where Iran is.


The other group herded reindeer to the Yamal peninsula.

To be honest, I'm not too concerned about you knowing the whereabouts of the Yamal peninsula.

I realize that the following is probably very, hm, deeply rooted in the fact that I'm a lower- middle class American. The most hardship I've ever faced has been when we run out of groceries and no one wants to run to the store, and my parents' divorce. In that order.

But the notion of following a herd of animals through the countryside for the better part of a year appeals to me, in a very naive, classically romantic way.

I've never claimed to be reasonable.

Earlier this week I dropped 70 dollars (US) for my cat's veterinarian bills. So I suppose I'll have to commute from my dad's house to school this week so that I can make sure she gets the medicine/ treatment I payed for. I love my cat dearly. It's very pathetic.