I’m watching The Insider, as part of an assignment for my Business Law class. I am not a fan of Al Pacino or Russell Crowe. Within ten minutes of pressing the play button, I realized I was going to have a problem watching enough of the movie to get a paper written by midnight.

I can think of at least three movies that are more entertaining that would serve the same purpose. But, alas, my teachers and I do not have the same taste.

The past few days have been filled with cooking. Stress cooking usually does not end well (at least not when it comes to taste, in my opinion), but I was pleasantly surprised this time around. I had to go to two stores to find a pint of cream, because the first, a grocery store, did not have any. And they never have.

Am I the only one who thinks that’s weird?