  This morning I did a horrible thing: I alphabetized my bookshelf. I had this whole system of thematicised ordering up until now, but for whatever reason, it struck me to do this abominable act. Luckily, I'm moving soon so all my anti-entropic efforts will be lost entirely in a short month. My god. Less than a month and I'm moving to New Haven. I still don't know about this Ireland thing.
Mom, Calley and Tina are ecstatic about it, and so am I. But I wonder if I shouldn't rather get a normal job and study for the quals. It isn't too late! I have to sign the contract for Yale housing by the 10th of May. All these older and wiser people are giving me the thumbs up to do this wild and crazy thing. I don't feel that I've done anything to deserve it. I haven't proven myself to be responsible. That's what makes me feel ill. I need to not blow off studying physics, I need to get a real job. I've had my fun, even if it wasn't very fun. 
