Had a dream where the pilot of the plane gave us front row tickets for a Yankee game during Jeter's final season and all of the passenger's watched the game together at the stadium.

Anyway,

After a haircut, the four day weekend is here at the university. Most of the students have gone home. All of the on-campus eateries close early, leaving me to take out at a local Chinese restaurant. The temperature rises above the freezing point as the snow turns into rain, the ground turning slushy from the mixture of the remnant snow and water.

The restaurant looks family-owned, as the owner's children help out to serve the dishes. I order sweet and sour chicken with hot and sour soup with a can of soda and take it back to the dorm to munch alone. Subpar.

The subdued campus atmosphere gets me. The rain trickles down and hits the concrete. There are only about a few students walking here and there every now and then. My girlfriend and I peacefully spend the time together, eating, sleeping, and relaxing.

At her dorm while she folds her clothes, I sit on her desk and look up the latest articles online while munching on some jelly beans. The United States is leading in the number of medals earned at Sochi, controversy spurs for the results from the women's free program figure skating between Yuna Kim and the Russian victor, Adelina Sotnikova. Relations between North and South Korea improving, journalists detained in Egypt, and Anne Frank's diaries vandalized in Tokyo, reasons unknown.

The rain never abates. It pours. And pours.