Finished my Semantics paper, and Melina is being a dork. But that's nothing new. As I type this, she's peering over my shoulder, trying to read it and type up a grammar exam. If she doesn't stop reading soon, I may have to kill her.

I even managed to go out drinking last night, where, once again, Wiggo laid on me the wonders of the European lifestyle. "You get money, broads and social diseases...I mean social life. Hey, don't write that part down!" We bowled like dynamite--all our scores were well over our averages, which made our final 10th place standing a bit more bearable. But only a bit. I had to get up early today (8:45 a.m.) after slaving away on the computer until 3 a.m. over this damned paper, but it was worth it. Now all I have to worry about are the two exams, and since I don't have any lessons to prep, or even any papers to grade, I can focus no sweat. I do still have to type up the final exam, but I can turn that in tomorrow if I have to.

Melina's still trying to read this. I give her five minutes to stop, and then I'll have to kill her.

For some reason, for the past week, I've been getting a slew of dating e-mails designed for women...Christmas shopping tips aimed at women ("Here's what I buy my husband to drive him crazy; you too, Gregg, can do the same for yours."), and Viagra ads...for the woman. "Gregg, is your man having a hard time 'rising to the occasion?' Well it's not your fault--he's an old fart. Get him some Viagra and, if you can handle his calling you by the name of whatever Penthouse Pet is currently on his nightstand, you'll have a sex life that'll beat hell out of Jeffrey the Shower Massage and fantasies of the gardener down the street. Only $19.95." Maybe Kim put me on a mailing list or something. Maybe she's trying to tell me something. Maybe all those women's cries of "You're the king, baby!" really were congratulations for remembering to take the garbage out.

Nah. I'm a stud. Now if I could only get someone to tighten this corset for me.

BTW: Melina left on the one-second mark. So I'll have to kill her later.