I wanted to get a haircut today after class, but the barber in Chinatown injured his hand and won't return to work until January. Now I have to look around for another barber. Hopefully I can find a good one.

Only two and a half weeks left in the semester. That fact has eluded me until a friend brought it up in the cafe at dinner. Somehow it makes me sad. Time passes by so fast that I have hardly accomplished anything.