Microwaves can be exciting if not used as specified by their manuals. Nuke bananas (they smell like banana bread—go figure), ketchup packets, and extra-large paper airplanes for unreasonable amounts of time. Oh—and Rubik's cubes.

Yes, Tim put his Rubik's cube in the microwave.

It…exploded—within a few seconds. And smelled pretty bad. But it was hilarious. And some good did come out of it: it has been preserved as a sculpture (in much the same way as my broken 4x4 cube). By the end of the year, we're going to have a massive collection of Rubik's cube sculptures.

At around 1 a.m. with the temperature hovering around 40 degrees, we decided conditions were perfect for outdoor tennis. Not only did we play tennis, but we played tennis with a soundtrack. 1 a.m. tennis, 40-degree weather, music—it was freaking amazing. What made it even better was today's being the end of DST: a free hour of tennis. So really, playing tennis had an opportunity cost of zero; whoever says there's no such thing as a free lunch is obviously unaware of senseless government policies.

Sometime in that basically nonexistent hour, I realized that tennis is the only sport in which a player can say the score and spread the message of hippies at the same time—love all, anyone? I think tennis deserves recognition for that. I also think I deserve a break for this entirely irrelevant observation for being trapped in a government-instituted vortex of space-time.

Although it may seem that I've been doing nothing productive this weekend, I can honestly say I have. I started working on my first article for The Lantern as a freelancer, and I "started" my English homework. I put quotes around started because all I did was read the directions for the exercises.

But that counts, right?

I'm going to have a lot to do today…where are those extra hours when you actually feel like not wasting them?