[ Wednesday, July 31, 2002 | 07:54 p.m. ] Newsflash, dipshit: exams go better when you 1) study, and 2) sleep the night before. I got back from my algebra final around three hours ago. (It's funny — I thought I'd actually killed a lot more time.) Three down, two to go. The next one's Friday at seven p.m., leaving me around two days to study. This one I really should prepare for. Remember last week's essay fiasco? Well, it was for that course, and I'll need to get a decent mark on the final to make up for getting 0-25% on a project worth 20% of the final mark. Submitted for the approval of The Midnight Society, I call this story "Hilarity from the MATH 136 Web Page". A SAMPLE EXAM AND REVIEW QUESTIONS WILL BE POSTED ON THE HOMEWORK PAGE AT NOON ON MONDAY. Sorry, that's not going to happen. Well, this is more like it. I've wasted around seven hours now doing nothing, but I did think about productive things, which is more than I can say about most days. I tend to get all sorts of zany ideas when I don't have the time to do anything about them. As soon as exams are over, though, I'll most likely lose interest in them. And now for something completely different.

[ Monday, July 29, 2002 | 11:35 p.m. ] There have been some really awesome thunderstorms in the last week or so. There's a great storm raging right now, with rain pounding against my window. I love rain, especially really hard, heavy rain. (The notable exception is when I'm carrying something easily damaged by water, e.g. paper or electronics, in a non-waterproof bag. I got caught in a shower Friday afternoon and I had to sprint home from the SLC to protect my notes. I almost died. From the running, of course.) I remember a particularly beautiful storm one night last week. I think it must have been Monday night; I was working on my algebra assignment, and I ended up stopping for half-an-hour to sit on windowsill with the lights off and watch the lightning. I could see the actual bolts, strands of light skittering across the sky, and it was absolutely mesmerising. There was another nice storm around two a.m. Sunday morning, with a very long build-up of thunder and lightning, and then a crashing release of rain. Mmm.. Right, well... Exams have started. I got beaten down by calc this morning. As usual, I could have studied more. Instead, I tied my pink tie around my head and put my faith in cosmic math powers. I probably passed, so it's all good. Now, in the nine hours since the end of the exam, I've done nothing but play computer games and snack on unhealthy foods. Sean came up on the weekend (I was studying, I swear!) and bought me Fritos and Tostitos. The Fritos are no more. My next exams are tomorrow night at seven and Wednesday morning at nine. On another note, the storm has passed, and I am now watching an unbelievably beautiful sunset from my window, the kind that's almost enough to get me to run outside and across the street to get a better view. The summer's really been a beautiful time to be at school. I bought a Rush CD last week: Counterparts. I had bubble tea with an engineer at the Sweat Dreams Teashop in the plaza, and we wandered over to HMV afterwards. It wasn't first on my list of albums to pick up, or even tenth, but it was only thirteen bucks, and it was one of maybe three Rush CD's in the place, so I thought I might as well pick it up. Good decision. It's wicked. In the first two days I listened to it for over thirty-six hours, total. (I happened to stay up all night to do some CS, and so on.) I was really digging "Nobody's Hero" at one point, so I put it on repeat; I little while later I noticed that I'd been listening to that one song for over an hour. I remember hearing it on the radio a few times; I had no idea that it was by Rush... Finally, three films: Sorting Out Sorting: CS movie, Thursday afternoon - The coolest thing ever. You have to see it to understand. Made by U of T's Comp Sci department in 1981. We watched it on the original 16mm film, not video. It's the music and the sound effects, however, that make something that could be quite dull rolling-on-the-floor funny instead. The Princess Bride: DVD watched on my laptop, Saturday morning - Sean brought three movies this weekend, Princess Bride, The Good, The Bad, And The Ugly and The Mummy Returns. I don't know what came over him, but in a moment of non-sketchiness, the movie he decided to put on was the first. I love this movie. I still remember the last time I saw a bit of it; it was at the HMV at the Yonge Eglinton Centre. I was half-crying during a few parts. (Also, Sean fell asleep with his arm across my chest. He's a pretty tall guy, with commensurately large limbs, but I never fully noticed their size and heaviness until his arm resting on my ribs was enough to partially cut off my breathing.) K-19: The Widowmaker: Galaxy Cinemas, Conestoga Mall, Saturday night - I've never seen a submarine movie I didn't like. In comparison to others in the genre, while this one certainly wasn't the best, I thought it was pretty damn good. Certainly, with Harrison Ford (and Liam Neeson) you can't go wrong. If it happens to be playing at the tiny theatre in Lake Placid a month from now, this is so a movie I could see with my dad. It was supposedly based off of a true story, and it was produced by National Geographic, which gave it a fair bit of street cred. (To present a range of opinions, though, I should mention that Sean didn't like it. He thought it was unrealistic and dragged on too long. His standards differ somewhat from mine.) Oh, look at that. Quarter after eleven. I should probably go and do a little bit of studying tonight. Ttyl. There is a lake between the sun and moon Not too many know about In the silence between whisper and shout The space between wonder and doubt This is a fine place Shining face to face Those bonfire lights in the mirror of sky The space between wonder and why

[ Wednesday, July 24, 2002 | 05:30 a.m. ] "Tomorrow is my favourite day of the week." I've got an essay due in fourteen hours that I haven't started. It's supposed to be seven to eleven pages long. I haven't even come up with a topic yet. It's worth twenty percent of the course grade, and as the hours slide by it's looking increasingly likely that I'll say, "Screw it," and just not do it. It's times like this, crunch times, when the worst of me really comes out. All my normal neuroses, problems with procrastination and sheer inability to do work are suddenly multiplied a hundred-fold. I guess that's part of my problem. I freak when the stakes are high, or when I feel overwhelmed. I dislike all work, including smaller assignments and the like, but they don't generate anything like the panic I'm experiencing right now. I feel like I'm just holding onto myself by the thinnest thread, and it's getting stretched closer and closer to its breaking point each minute. My baby, Diesel (my laptop, for those not in the know), seems to have hurt himself somehow. He's still usable, but I'm getting more and more read errors on the hard drive, and I think that failure is imminent. I backed up what I could on the weekend, and now I'm just trying to use him as little as possible for the rest of the term. I can deal with things in August when I'm home. At the moment, I'm typing this on my old laptop, Ratzilla, who my mom brought up for me tonight. Have I mentioned how wonderful she is? (My mom, of course, not my old computer.) I started telling her about things on the phone last night, and she immediately volunteered to drive up with the old laptop today. Of course, when she got here, she didn't just give me the laptop and go: she took me to McDonald's and bought me dinner, even though she'd already eaten at home, and sat with me for an hour, even though I was clearly avoiding some work. There's nothing like sitting with someone, smiling and laughing until it hurts, knowing that your love for each other is completely unconditional and can never be changed or lessened or taken away. The feeling of warmth and comfort and safety is indescribable. Ah, listen to me. I'm about to start telling all my friends how great they are to me and how much I appreciate them and, basically, to turn into a quivering puddle of emotion on the floor. These essays bring out the worst in me: introspection for its own sake, or just to kill time, self-doubt, self-loathing, and self-pity. By eight or nine p.m. tomorrow/today, this will all be practically moot, since there'll be nothing I can do to change anything. But right now, it's everything. My whole existence is tied up in this assignment, my entire self-worth hanging in the balance... I can see out my window that the sun is starting to rise, meaning I've stayed up all night *for nothing*, but all I want to do is crawl into my warm bed and stop thinking for a few hours. Maybe I'll just go to calculus, not algebra. They're all review anyway, but I need it more in calculus than anything else. If I do that then I can maybe afford a quick one or two hour nap to freshen me up and hopefully get my head in the game at the end. I think I'll do that now; time's a-wastin'.

[ Tuesday, July 16, 2002 | 01:31 p.m. ] Every once in a while, some crazy plan comes to me out of the blue. Usually, the instant it flashes through my mind, I know, somehow, whether I'll actually go through with it or not. I had just such a crazy plan last month, which you may remember reading about. It sounded pretty unlikely, but as I was writing it down I knew that this crazy plan was different from most of my crazy plans; this one I would pull off, despite everything. In less than thirty-six hours, I will be back in Toronto, at the Molson Amphitheatre, watching Rush. How much does that rule? I know, I know. Most of you probably don't think so. Whatever. I am so excited. You see, while I was seriously considering the Greyhound option, it turned out there was an easier way available. In one of those brilliant twists of fate and the universe bending itself to my will, Sean just happens to have tomorrow and Thursday off. He's going to drive up here, take me back to Toronto, come to the concert with me, and then bring me back afterwards. I feel a little sketchy about dragging him into all of this — he doesn't even like Rush, though he doesn't dislike them — but I think he'll have fun. As for right now, I'm completely screwing myself, so I'll just tell you about my awesome weekend. You see, my mom was at home on vacation last week, so she had plenty of time to come up with some crazy plans of her own. The result: when I got home on Friday night, we had digital cable. Not only were we getting HDTV and all the new specialty channels, but also things like TMN and the US superstations that we hadn't felt like paying for before. I had a lot of fun. I watched two sweet, hilarious movies, The Closet and The Mexican, and lots of Caroline in the City, which I seemed to be able to find on one station or another whenever I had a spare moment. In fact, I stayed up all night watching TV, so I was a bit zoned when Sean called me at, like, eight thirty in the morning. After watching a little more TV, we headed out to see Minority Report, which I'd heard very different opinions on from different people. He parked at work (Yonge & College), so it was bit of a hike to the Paramount (John & Richmond), but it was very nice. The weather was absolutely perfect. As for the movie, he thought it was pretty bad, I thought it was okay. I tend to have low standards when it comes to movies. I can easily overlook plot-holes, suspend disbelief, etc. I finally got a few hours of sleep that night, in front of the television, of course, and Sean came over again in the morning. At one point mom walked in on us... sitting on the couch! It was funny because nothing was "going on" — I think I had my legs across his lap, and our heads might have been touching — but all three of us freaked out. The other strange thing was that my mom brought us what I would consider lunch (sandwiches, cold-cuts, veggies) at ten thirty in the morning. Isn't that a little early? In the evening I watched a very dumb Disney made-for-TV movie, Cadet Kelly. I first started watching because I saw Gary Cole was in it. But, having low standards like I do, I was soon sucked in, despite the crappiness. Actually, it wasn't a badly-made movie. In a sense, they did a great job with the character of Kelly, who came across as sweet and likeable, even though I would despise her in real life. Luckily there were only two conversations between her and her old best friend from New York; the way they spoke made me want to shoot myself. (Picture two thirteen year old girls who think they're really cool, but in fact look like they just escaped from the eighties with their crimped hair full of multicoloured extensions, their denim, their cheesy jewellery, etc.) And you don't "spice up" a military school. There are reasons for rules and uniformity, and you can express yourself within their framework. Still, it had Gary Cole (and also that cute guy who played Bobby in the X-Men movie, not that he was a huge selling point), it was kind of funny when it wasn't too stupid, and I got hooked. We left for Waterloo at nine, when it ended, and I tried one of those new Caramel Oreo Twist McFlurries at dinner. It was very, very, very yummy. Like the old Oreo McFlurry, but with about 300 times more flavour. I won't even bother telling you about yesterday, because I did almost nothing, certainly nothing productive. And that's how today's gone so far. I've got two assignments due tomorrow, before I take off, and I've just wasted four hours. Good for me. (Oh, and in case there's any confusion, the "good news" was the Rush concert.) "Success is not the result of spontaneous combustion; you must set yourself on fire."

[ Friday, July 12, 2002 | 05:35 p.m. ] Sketchy things about living with other people: waking up the morning and finding someone you've never seen before asleep on the couch in your living room. Good things about living with other people: having the amazing luck of getting a roommate who deals with stress by baking cupcakes. That cupcake was damn fine. I wonder what Laura was stressed about. Possibly Electr0nica Outside the MC, which she's helping to organise, but more likely labs or assignments. I just finished four assignments in rapid succession myself. That leaves five (or six) to be completed in the remaining two weeks of lectures. Today also marked the final calculus assignment to be handed in this term, and a shiny new issue of mathNEWS. There's not much to tell about the last few days, really. As you should've guessed (there's a pattern emerging here) I didn't finish my algebra assignment before going to bed Wednesday morning. That meant finishing it between algebra and calculus, and starting my essay after lunch (which was cotton candy—blue, of course—purchased from the TSA). By seven I'd churned out about 1600 words, though I didn't get the chance to proofread it. After class I picked up some Twizzlers for dinner. They were from the more recently stocked MKV candy machine, vs. my usual V1 candy machine, and they tasted quite different. I actually prefer the 'aged' ones, I think. They're chewier. Yesterday I hit the snooze button at least half a dozen times before I got up at nine, then worked on CS all morning. Unfortunately, I spent more time perfecting my formatting in Word than actually doing the questions, so when the time for my lecture rolled around, I still had one question left. I did that one during lecture, which is sad, 'cause it's hand-written, and everything else is so prettily word-processed. I had two scoops of ice cream (cookies & cream and rainbow sherbet) on a sugar cone from Scoops for a pre-dinner snack, and Brazilian nachos from Mudie's for dinner. Bean dip, salsa, cheese and sour cream may form a nasty-looking colour when all mixed together, but, damn, do they taste good. I spent the night leisurely working on calculus, and this morning frantically working on calculus. You know how it goes. I also picked up my work report from the MUO and exchanged two e-mails with Ellie. Huzzah! [And forgot to mention your "good news" —Ed.]

profQUOTES [ Friday, July 12, 2002 | 04:53 p.m. ] [upon finding that fxy = fyx] "As my nephew would say, 'Isn't that sweet?' Wait, no.. 'Sweeeeet.'" Sivaloganathan, MATH 138

[ Wednesday, July 10, 2002 | 03:55 a.m. ] Well, great. It's three a.m. and guess who just spent the last three hours reading old issues of mathNEWS on the web. Guess who's a bloody idiot. (If you guessed me, you're sounding pretty sharp tonight. Would you like to do some assignments for me?) "Another week begins," I wrote on Monday afternoon. "Hopefully this one will be much less sketchy than the last." Right, well, so much for that. But let me tell you how my week's been going so far. On Monday, I had an algebra quiz. Despite the fact that I studied longer for it than I had for the previous two, I managed to fuck it up much worse. All that shit about isomorphisms and transition matrices just flew right out of my head. Maybe I should've been concentrating on what I was studying earlier, instead of lying in an armchair on the second floor of the SLC, staring out the window, and almost crying while singing "Come What May" under my breath. After the quiz I came back to my room, did nothing for a few hours, talked on the phone, and went to bed. Tuesday/today/yesterday I got up around eleven, took a shower(!) and did nothing for a while. Around one I thought maybe I should start on that algebra assignment, so I looked it over, decided I had no idea what it was talking about, and went back and read the textbook for a while. So went the afternoon: lecture, half-assed work, lecture, half-assed work. Scattered in there were a veggie burrito from Mudie's (aka. the V1 caf), a carrot muffin from Brubaker's, and lots of Reese Bites. (Yes, I'm still working on that same bag that Sean left up here a month ago.) I have some good news, too, but it's really good news, and so I don't want to lump it in with all this crap; I'll save it for some time when I can stop worrying for a few minutes, like maybe Friday afternoon. Question: the air-conditioning is not on, so why is my room so damn cold? Also, I've hit the point in the term where I'm utterly and completely sick of all this, the work in particular. Thankfully, there are only thirteen days of classes left, and I only have nine (or ten) more assignments to hand in, two of which will be wiped off the slate in the next twenty-four hours. But now I need to write a little more for that algebra, so that I can maybe get an hour or two of sleep before morning classes, in preparation for pulling a 4-5 page essay out of my ass this afternoon. I love school; I love myself.

[ Monday, July 8, 2002 | 12:36 p.m. ] Another week begins. Hopefully this one will be much less sketchy than the last. I'm feeling like I just might be able to focus more. I had a highly entertaining weekend. On Saturday I got up at five a.m. The night before, my mom had said I was too nasty to sleep in my own clean bed, and that I had to take a shower. I didn't want to take a shower, so went to sleep on the computer room floor instead, which was fine and dandy at the time. Unfortunately, when I next woke up it had gotten much, much colder. It was too cold to fall back asleep, and I was too lazy to go find a blanket or something, so I did what you'd expect: booted up the computer and started playing games. This continued for a few hours, until I got bored and... started doing homework!! I know, it shocked me too, but I got out my CS stuff and started working on this week's assignment. Of course, I'd been up for quite a while at this point, and after talking to ChiQui for a bit I passed out while tracing through some code. In the afternoon, after a major hair-washing & -conditioning effort, I went over to ChiQ's to hang out. [Her marks blow my mind.] We ordered a large pizza, of which we each consumed half while watching Third Rock from the Sun and Sailor Moon. (ChiQ wanted to stop watching Sailor Moon, but I insisted we continue.) After that we went over to Dave's, watched a very amusing episode of The Simpsons, and went up to Empress Walk for bubble tea. I tried taro this time around, and while it tasted good, I found the milk tea a little too filling. Maybe that was because I'd just eaten six slices of pizza. It's hard to say, really. I also found the tea place a lot less scary and loud in daylight. Later still, Dave went home, and Pangee & Jess met us back at the ChiQ's house, where we watched The Truman Show. A good time was had by all, I would say. (Thanks for the ride home, Pangee.) On Sunday afternoon I went with Sean and his posse to see Men In Black II. It was pretty good; if you liked the first one, you'll like this one. The highlight of the event, though, for me, had nothing to do with the movie. You see, ever since they started selling kool-aid in theatres, I've chosen blue kool-aid over pop. My mom and my friends always thought I was a freak because of this. It was therefore a very validating experience when everyone there who got a drink had kool-aid. Sean claimed it's a tech thing; I think I can buy that. Now I'm chilling in the SLC, about to start studying algebra. It's a beautiful day; I'd consider working outside if I had sunscreen on. Just beautiful. Never knew I could feel like this, Like I've never seen the sky before

[ Friday, July 5, 2002 | 09:47 p.m. ] This guy keeps calling my cell phone and asking for Krystal. It's very strange. Sketchy things about living with other people: the strange brown substance in the bathroom sink. Good things about living with other people: not having to get your own mail from your mailbox. Overall, I'd have to call this week a write-off. After finishing the CS on Wednesday afternoon, I really did nothing. I mean *nothing*. Yesterday I slept in 'till noon. After my one class, I went back to my room and killed time until one or two. I fell asleep reading the handout on Taylor's theorem & big O notation, and only started the calc assignment late this morning. I handed it in with less than half of the questions done. Not a good thing. This means that that one I got sixty or fifty or forty percent on will be counting towards my total. Well, you've got to hit bottom before you can start to pick yourself up. This afternoon I had dinner at my God parents' house. It was actually quite cool: pizza and beer. Except the pizza had tomatoes & onions, so I could only force down two slices. I also didn't have beer, since I don't really do beer. Instead I finally had a Smirnoff Ice. (I bought a box for my New Year's party, but I never opened it.) It tasted exactly the same as Mike's. Now I'm at home, in the basement, watching Wimbledon. Not by choice, really. My mom wanted me to spend some time with her, since I was home, so I haven't taken off for the computer yet. But I think I might do that now. I'm getting really bored. I'm going to go. See ya.

[ Wednesday, July 3, 2002 | 04:44 p.m. ] Right. Well. I submitted all my files for the CS assignment. As you can tell, I was a group of one this time around, and.. well, we'll see how it goes. I got everything done, at least. My results occasionally varied oddly from the sample output, but what can you do? Well, I could've tested more, but when you're doing this kind of thing the morning of, you don't have too much time to spare. As it is I skipped my evening class last night, plus my Algebra & Calculus lectures this morning, and my Calc tutorial this afternoon. The Calc business is a *bad thing*, but since I submitted forty minutes before the deadline I probably couldn't have spared the time. I could've gone to the last few minutes of the tutorial, but I haven't showered, and I wouldn't want to subject my classmates to me right now. Of course, I'm trying to sound all hardcore, when really it was a rather half-assed attempt at an all-nighter. I worked from four p.m. to twelve thirty, during which time I ate an entire tube of BBQ Pringles, drank a lukewarm can of 7-Up, and talked on the phone with various people. Then I took a game break.. in bed.. under the covers. I was out before I knew it. Woke up around five-ish maybe, couldn't find my Palm stylus, and went back to work. At some point later I was walking to the bathroom when the stylus fell off me. It had been mysteriously contained somewhere in my clothes. Since then I haven't really moved from this chair. I've been listening to the same .mp3's for a very long time. In the past twenty-four hours I've consumed the can of Pringles and two cans of pop. (But then I had two hotdogs and two slices of pizza on Monday — thank you Feds.) It's Wednesday afternoon and I haven't been to a class since Friday morning, and the whole idea seems foreign to me now. (Long weekends completely screw me over.) Eight minutes 'till the CS deadline. If I'm going to have a final flash of brilliance, I've got to have it now. Heh. Right. I've moved on. I've practically forgotten the whole thing already. (Note for the young'uns: Ter-Rat's approach to school is not a good one, especially when you hit finals.) I should do some reading for Philosophy tonight, but I think showering is the priority. Well, sort of. My priority number one right now is procrastinating. You'll notice that this post, which is barely about anything, just keeps dragging on and on. Also, everyone keeps going to Wonderland. ChiQ apparently went a while ago with Dave, and Sean's there today. I want to be at Wonderland. Me, me, me! *ahem* Sorry. I'm a little crazy right now. I'm still cruising on the last-minute-assignment rush. Well, that's enough of that. Time for some reading. Or some showering. Or some Java games. Eh. In Graceland, In Graceland I’m going to Graceland For reasons I cannot explain There’s some part of me wants to see Graceland And I may be obliged to defend Every love, every ending Or maybe there’s no obligations now Maybe I’ve a reason to believe We all will be received In Graceland

[ Tuesday, July 2, 2002 | 11:24 a.m. ] Score! My new employers only want me to start work Tuesday September 3rd, and my last exam is on Tuesday August 6th. In other words, I've got an entire month off. (Now how do I pull off convincing and/or deceiving my mom so that I can go up north with Sean for a few days?)

[ Tuesday, July 2, 2002 | 11:13 a.m. ] I want to cry. I was already feeling sort of bad, and then... I've been sitting here for about two hours, and during that time I typed up a fairly long post about my day yesterday. And then, just after I'd spell-checked, just before I saved the file, then pEdit crashed. I feel crushed, and not terribly motivated to reconstruct the whole thing. I'd just finished describing my mood as crappy, maybe a shade depressed. I still haven't started the CS assignment, but I don't feel stressed about it, only sad that I let it slip like this. Yesterday, I got up at five p.m. Around seven I wandered across the road to the Canada Day celebration. I'm not sure why, but I went over to the volunteer table, asked if I could still help out, and ended up doing face painting for the next hour. At the face painting stall I ran into a ChemE I'd met previously at You @ Waterloo day, and I hung out with him and his friend for the rest of the night. The fireworks over Columbia Lake at ten weren't the best I'd ever seen — I mean, they were no Symphony of Fire — but they were pretty good. Certainly worth going out to see if you're in town. After that we headed over to the Bomber for the volunteers' after party. It was the first time I'd ever been inside the Bomber, so that in itself was kind of cool, though two of us were underage and the other didn't have his ID, so our beverages were limited to Coke and iced tea. We met two other engineers there, one of whom rowed. He went to Adam Scott, and he's also managed to tip a coxed four. After pizza, cookies, and more coke, I headed home, and got back here by around one thirty, at which point I played a little MahJong Solitaire at Yahoo! Games, then went to bed. I was only awake for about ten hours, after sleeping for about ten hours. I got up at eight this morning to take out the garbage, since our suite was being cleaned today. There was a pretty bad car accident on Columbia St., just outside my window. I actually heard the two cars hit. A police car, a fire truck, and two ambulances showed up, plus a CTV news van, but it looked like it had just happened to be driving by. I don't think anyone was hurt, though. Since then I've been sitting here, still wearing my clothes from yesterday: the Canada Day t-shirt [It says "event staff" on the back! I've always wanted a shirt that said "staff".] and the shorts that I just washed on Sunday, which have now got the outline of a maple leaf in red paint on the butt. (I must've sat on one of the stencils while doing the face painting.) For some reason I just can't bring myself to work. Well, hopefully it'll come later. I still feel shitty. I... There was this thing at the party last night, and I've been a little out-of-sorts ever since. I almost feel homesick. I wish I were at home with my mom or my friends or Sean. When you're down and troubled and you need a helping hand and nothing, whoa, nothing is going right. Close your eyes and think of me and soon I will be there to brighten up even your darkest nights. You just call out my name, and you know whereever I am I'll come running, to see you again. Winter, spring, summer, or fall, all you have to do is call and I'll be there, yeah, yeah, yeah. You've got a friend.

[ Monday, July 1, 2002 | 06:19 a.m. ] Oops. I accidentally stayed up all night. I guess that's what happens when I'm home in res but I don't have classes the next day. I was all set to go to bed early, too, just in case I need to stay up a little (or a lot) tonight or tomorrow. So now it's almost six thirty, and I should really be getting to sleep, but I don't feel tired. It's light out, I'm completely awake, and I'm feeling rather.. distracted.