Based on an assessment of my current situation, I should be having a complete mental and emotional breakdown right now. I should be sitting on my bed, crying, wishing that it all could just be over right now.

But I'm not. I'm calm. Almost eerily calm. I'm drinking water, not coffee. I have a neat and tidy to-do list. I'm taking things one step at a time, and slowly but surely getting things done. This worries me. I shouldn't be calm. I'm never calm during finals week. EVER.

In other news, last night I tapped my pen against Jonah's beer bottle and I guessed that the tone produced was an F-natural. I ran over to the piano, and it was! When I triumphantly returned with news of my discovery, he proceeded to simply shake his head and say, "sarah, you're such a nerd." I should start counting how many times I am told that every week. I could probably set a record.

I've also recently discovered that my bathroom fan hums a B-flat and our vacuum is an A-natural. Life is music, my friends.

Ok... back I go to my calm study habits. I'm starting to creep myself out.