Dance class was hilarious today, as Barbara (the instructor) was in rare form. She even managed to work in a reference to The Police, somehow. You know, “Every Breath You Take,” “Roxanne,” “De Do Do Do, De Da Da Da.” Not as in “the fuzz”—or, my preferred term, black & whites.

Lessee. Ah, yes, NyQuil truly is the drug of champions; after doping myself last night, I finished my fourth and final probability problem within fifteen minutes. I gotta try that more often.

Had fun poking around the innards of my computer this evening, after being a Good Boy and backing things up. (Poking around the computer was more like the straw that broke the camel’s back, rather than the only reason… it’s been quite a while since I last backed up my data. And while it’s not much, it’s still my data.) The reason for the surgery? I got cheap RAM! woo hoo! I remember when my dad paid more money per megabyte for hard drive space than I just paid (per megabyte) for memory… I swear, every time I walk through Costco I have to pick my jaw up off the floor over how cheap electronics have gotten since I last looked.

I’m now convinced that my computer can remember more than I can—and that’s on top of my earlier concession that it is able to compute more than I can. It’s also quieter than I am, and does what you tell it to do. Dang. Really, maybe it should have been the one to go to college.

…I actually wouldn’t mind that, on warm sunny days like today. I was sorely tempted to lounge around the house in lieu of going to work; the last two days have been wonderful, for the simple fact that I could roll down my car’s windows and not freeze. I love driving with the windows down, even if it makes a mess of my hair.

I mean, it’s driving! With your windows down!

And my hair gets messed up every night anyway.


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