I wanted to go to the ballroom dance practice last night, but was energy-blocked by my increasingly-aching body. The obvious alternative, which I selected, was to collapse in a heap. This was not the worst decision I could have made, given that I was dancing with two left feet—and a complete and total lack of balance—earlier in the day.

Yes, I was a mess in night-club yesterday afternoon. Things didn’t start out well when we had twice as many leads as follows show up for class (I have no idea why; I don’t think any of the leads are that scary), which meant that half the time we were watching others practice new moves, rather than practicing those moves ourselves. The killer for me, ultimately, was that these new moves frequently involved me spinning—and when I twirl, people get hurt.

Before dance I took some time to go visit Renee and Bryan in grad student purgatory. As all the math grad students share one room (one room with a whole lotta desks), I got to watch two other students working on some set equality problem. The two sets they were working on were comprised of multiple subsets; they had put this on the board as two regions comprised of several smaller, numbered, regions. This, in turn, resulted in several statements scribbled on the chalkboard:

2 = 5

3 = 4

etc.

That’s some pretty advanced math.

Otherwise I’ve pretty much just been grinding away at work. Well, today more than yesterday. But still. A highlight of today was when Sharon came by to ask me about something Eric was keeping secret from the office (Eric doesn’t like to talk about himself much, and that really strikes a nerve with people at work). I then explained what she needed to do to get Eric to start talking: start spreading increasingly vile rumors about whatever he’s keeping secret, until he reaches the point where he finds his silence to be more of a liability than an asset.

Of course, I explained that to her while Eric was working in the next cubicle over. If I’m going to stab my friends, I at least have the courtesy to stab them in the face.

Having said that, a PSA:

For some people, stabbing friends in the face is probably an ego-booster or a way to be cruel, hurtful, and selfish. These are unhealthy motives. The only reason you should stab friends in the face is because it’s hilarious.