I think everyone gets to a point where they are just unable to work harder or continue working at an accelerated pace. I reached that point on Friday. I came home and decided I would be okay with just a B as long as I could stop waking up at 3am, flipping out about work. I came home and channeled the gentle art of Mosey.

This weekend I pet some bunnies, gone to the gym, got right with my knitting, and watched Peter Benchley's Beast AND Creature. A whole big bag of Awesome, posed seductively on the shredded remains of any scripts involved. Bliss. Also, I made acapulcos.

The Acapulco: Official Drink of the Calm, Cool and Collected

1 1/2 oz rum
1/2 oz triple sec
1/2 oz lime juice
1 egg white
1/4 tsp sugar

Shake all ingredients in a cocktail shaker (or a mason jar--necessity is the mother of kitchen chaos)

Unfortunately, I still have a quiz, a term paper, a presentation and a final exam. Oops.

Meet Scott. We didn't.

El Yo and I went round to see the house Scott rents with four of his snowboarding buddies, and were greeted at the door by a Dude hiding beer bottles at the speed of sound (apparently the landlord was 5 minutes behind us). Oh, and we were welcome to look at the entire house, except could we be quiet about it because Scott's asleep upstairs? Thaaaaaaanks.

It's really hard to quantify what the best part of the photo is: the sleeping snowboarder, the snake or the naked chick on the wall. At the time, we were wandering around the house snapping pix left right and center, and we came down and assured beer-bottle Dude that we didn't take pix of Scott (we lied).

No, we didn't buy the house.