Ahh... Halloween. I had a test at 830 the next morning but Amy and Taylor were in town so I said I'll go out for one beer. Why does that never work? and why am I doing things in grad school-- drinking the night before a test, going hiking instead of to school, taking off friday afternoon to play bocci in the park and drink beer (all done in the last week)-- that are usually associated with slacking undergrads? Probably, in part, I can blame amy and taylor, probably in part because I am slacking in the writing process. But really, besides moments of panic, writing is not that stressful or time consuming.