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It's been gradually getting colding still, in Davis. Last year, I didn't think much about it on the account of it being two people (occasionally three) in a small room in a dorm room where our temperature control was a range of four degrees F. This year I suppose I can keep track of how cold it can get by the amount of time we've used the heater. Multiplied by an unknown factor, M, for malfunctioning, since according to Kate the heater's not working as it's suppose to. (I really have no idea since I spend about twelve hours home on the weekdays, and eight to nine hours of those time I spend sleeping.)

Rose has taken to hidding under my covers and sleeping during the day time, when no one's around. I suppose that's another indication of the temperature: coldness variable equals the number of times a heater is used, times M, plus the hours spent under the covers by one heat-loving kitty. Plus or minus the uncertainly values, of course, such as how hungry she's feeling at the time and whether or not she's stoned on catnip (random note: stoned kitties are funny).

Report, quiz, report, quiz, report, finals, rewrites, finals. In that order. For some reason the chem finals always end up the last, especially the undergrad pre-req finals. I think we get the lowest priority when it comes to finals-scheduling which is completely understandableon the overall scheme of things and, therefore, totally inexcuseable.

Out. Class now.