All of my end-of-semester anxiety aside, last week was intensely horrible, and today I can't say that we look forward to anything but more of the same crimes and disasters. F-I-R-E-I-N-M-U-M-B-A-I I

I'm not the type of person who likes to make Monday jokes. Sure, I hate the beginning of the work/school week as much as the next person, but I feel terrible every time I attribute my bad mood to a day

The terrible day I'd had Tuesday was somewhat eased by an insistent pitcher of beer at the expense of my friend Charles. What a gentleman. He is such a gentleman, in fact, that when a drunken fortysomething

The things I don't know yet could fill several mulitivolume editions of varying unabridged encyclopedias in quite a few different languages. I'll be the first to admit it. Knowing absolutely zero percent

John, my Slovak brother-in-arms, receives a phone call from his grandmother. "John, I need you to tell me how to vote." "Grandma, you should vote for who you think is best," says

              Last night, during a predictably long study break, my friend Brad and I got to talking about the upcoming election.