a tragedy at 21 Walton Well

It’s been raining all day, which I find very disappointing since I am unwilling to go to the market in the rain. I was hoping to wrap up my Christmas shopping today, but I guess it will have to wait another week or so. The internet is down at our house. You can imagine the reaction- everyone has left. Which is great for me, a nice, quiet house all to myself as I continue to write my now-10 page paper. There’s something romantic in sitting at home by yourself on a gloomy day, working on a paper with the sound of rain outside your window. Yeah. Dr. Lee got the brilliant idea that I should write a paper on this book, The Psychology of the Internet. A critical analysis, which involves summarizing the entire book, then analyzing it. I’m about to start page 11, and I still have to summarize the last quarter of the book. I have a feeling much of this week will be spent in front of my computer screen. The ironic thing is that this tragic event occurred at our house right after I read about Internet Addiction Disorder. So I have a lot of real-life application to put into my paper, like how we had more visitors and telephone calls last night, because no one can reach anyone on the house by email or IM. I even quoted Marie saying, “I have no reason to live… I think I’ll just go to bed.” And she did, way earlier than normal. Flat life is starting to get to me, we ran out of toilet paper- again. But this time no one felt like buying any, and those of us who normally do are apparently tired of being the only ones to contribute. So it was napkins for a while. Someone stole my last egg, and my precious Ritz crackers are almost gone! There’s a guy at the market on Wednesdays who sells bananas for super cheap, but that means you have to get about 3 bunches. I think we all bought bananas yesterday, because there’s about 50 on the kitchen counter. Amanda said if you eat 5 bananas a day for 5 days you’ll die, so we speculate that we should each have at least two a day so they don’t go bad. They finally dropped off our desk lamps that we were supposed to have when we got here. Unfortunately, the desk in our room is too far away from the outlet to actually use it, but I guess it’s nice to just have it sitting there, anything to add to that “lived in” look. Amanda’s mom sent over steel wool pads. A huge thanks to Mrs. Cattley. They have revolutionized the way I do dishes, last night I even felt compelled to scrape off all the black stuff on one pan that has probably been there for several generations of WISC students that have lived here.