Brick face.

I've been working on my bibliography for about two hours now, and guys, it is really hard. I have to somehow cite an interview that appears in this physical book that I'm holding, but that is reprinted in this book from another book, but it was reprinted in that other book from a newspaper in Bogotá. Seriously, how does one pack that much information into a citation?

But, as usual, my life is full of wonderful discoveries:

1) These chips are the best chips I have ever eaten and no I am not being hyperbolic!
My mouth is on fire and I love it. Here are ALL the ingredients in these delicious potato morsels:

Potatoes, safflower and/or sunflower oil, honey powder (evaporated cane syrup, honey), salt, garlic powder, jalapeño pepper, ground ginger, onion powder, habanero pepper, dried parsley, citric acid, cilantro extract, ginger oil, cayenne pepper, white pepper, lime oil.

Healthy and delicious! I would eat these chips every day for the rest of my life.

2) In the latest episode of Scrubs, the ending song was a cover (as sung by Ted) of Outkast's "Hey Ya". I've never really listened to the lyrics before... just mostly the "shake it like a polaroid picture" part. I would never have imagined this song as acoustic folk, but it totally works.


3) Ben and I went on a rollerblade/bike ride last night sometime between 2 and 3 am. It was absolutely perfect biking weather, about 60 degrees, and we ended up going roughly 4.2 miles (thanks, Google Maps) altogether, up North Professor out of town, along Butternut Ridge Road, and then back down Pyle South Amherst Road back to West College. All of that route was basically through the middle of nowhere, and it was really cool to see Oberlin's surroundings. After honors, we'll probably do more exploring.

4) I'm having that thing happen to me again where I'm always seeing movement out of the corner of my eye and I look and nothing's there. This happened to me last summer in the PT library all. the. time. and it's been happening for the past few days, but only here in Mudd, so maybe it is a library thing. Is it because libraries make me paranoid? Is my peripheral vision messed up? Am I being followed by library-specific ghosts? Or am I just kind of losing my mind right now? Any and all of these options are quite plausible. Abby said that I'm being haunted by GGM's ghost, but GGM is very much alive, so there goes that convenient explanation.

Back to work! Maybe today I can manage to finish my now-2.5-page bibliography.

[UPDATE]
Finished the bibliography — 4.5 pages.