It's a (relatively) cold, rainy morning, which makes oatmeal and cinnamon apple tea the perfect accompaniment to writing reading responses to Marx, Levi-Strauss and the hater of an author who penned the chapter on post-modern anthropology in my textbook.

For some strange reason, my posting increases exponentially at the end of the semester in comparison to the beginning. My room is also cleaner and everything I own is more organized. At least my procrastination is productive, right?