You're in fucking trouble, then.

I'm already annoyed with my macro homework. "Potatoes cost Janice $1.00 per pound. Janice has $5.00 to spend. If Janice decides that the first pound is worth 1.50, the second pound is worth 1.14, the third pound is worth 1.05, and all subsequent pounds are worth .30, how many pounds of potatoes will she purchase?" Five. Janice will purchase five pounds of potatoes, because you have to buy them at cost, you dopey slut. You don't get seven pounds. I'm not even sorry about it. Janice is why farmers need government subsidies, stop being selfish and putting farms in crisis. No marginal cost bullshit on your potatoes, Janice. Use coupons and leave the normative economics at home. I actually side-noted that on my homework (sans swearing, of course), because my macro professor is a delight and he thinks I'm hilarious. 

I have four hours of class tonight. Yikes. But it's Astronomy, so it could be worse. Besides, it's very likely that I'll finish my lab before everybody else and leave early, as per my usual. The girl that sits next to me very wisely buddied up with me and asked to be my lab partner, so she's been finishing her labs early, as well. 

Stevie and I are going to hot tub it up tonight. I'm pretty jazzed about it. I may use her exercise room before we do, though. I'm really fucking excited for the weather to be warm so I can run again. Every time I've tried to run since I broke my toe, it fucking kills me. And not because it's not healed...it is. But the cold. The cold is the worst. Come on, warmer evenings! I miss you. I see people running in the freezing cold with their jogging shorts and hoodies, and I think to myself, "Nah. Fuck that. I'd rather be chubby in the winter. It's natural." I do miss running, though. Weird. 

This morning would have been a fantastic time to go out shooting. The sky put itself in HDR, and everything looked stunning. I was bummed out that I didn't have my camera on me to take a quick drive through GoG after I got my Starbucks. I just couldn't justify going home and getting it, because I knew exactly what would happen: I'd spend HOURS out taking photos. And then I wouldn't be getting so much done. You know, like blogging. Though I have gotten a lot of homework done today.

I do need to get back to it, however. Yuck.