Tomorrow I am showing my room to 7 prospective lease-taker-overers. It is to be hoped that at least one of them will, A) want the room and B) meet my roommate-who-is-staying's approval. So hope on that for me, if you will.

I've just started reading The Egyptologist, by Arthur Phillips. I'm not sure how I feel about it right now; it could be really good or it could be awfully tedious. And/or confusing. Also, the frontispiece is a picture of a pornographic cartouche (which could be good or bad).

Lastly, I want cookies.