The Vegetarian Speaks

My fridge is empty. That makes me unhappy.

Buckets of rain were pouring down from the sky last night so I decided to wait until the rain stopped to go down to the dining hall for dinner.

It didn't stop until around 8:30 pm.

The dining hall closes at 8 pm.

So I ate cookies for dinner instead.

Now I feel gross.

I stayed up until past 4 am writing my political science paper because a stroke of inspiration finally hit and I was on a roll. I got five and a half pages done.

The paper is about vegetarianism. I am finding it hard not to insert some of my own opinions into the analysis of the modes of resistance.

My roommate is currently sitting at her desk eating something that smells particularly meaty. It makes me feel a little nauseous.

Maybe the nausea has something to do with the meal I made of what was left in my box of candy cane Joe-Joes.

No, I think it's her cheese steak.

I am not leaving my room until I finish the paper.

But the meat-stench!

So. Overpowering.

I think I will go out and get some fresh air.

And maybe a salad.