I did poorly on my chess tactics quiz last night. I took another and did worse. So I took a step back and ran through a large amount of easier problems and did decent. I think I should take a day off today. But it's a travel day. Frig, what am I supposed to do in the car if not play chess? Actually, I'm tired of tactical puzzles, perhaps I should have grabbed Ray Cheng's problem book instead.

So I told this girl I was going to be a full-time rickroller and therefore would probably be too busy to ever see her again took it well. She tried to engineer chillin' and drinkin' or something anyway, but I was able to dodge it.

I feel like I'm a character in some Russian novel, one of those young educated roustabouts of decent birth in some irrelevant position as a functionary in the civil service which really has no bearing on who I am and how I think of myself or even my prospects; everything else is just dissipated in drink and cards or chess. Not quite, really, just the feeling of being a stupid functionary in the civil service and its being irrelevant to pretty much everything.

I, alas, don't have a working camera at the moment. But, today is the last day of No Shave November, or NaNoShaMo, the HuSi Beard Fun Challenge.

Husi Beard Fun Challenge I!

A reminder to all who wish to participate, posted in the glory of... well, what's the area that's not The Hole or Whine Cellar called? We need a catchy name.

No worries if you accidentally shaved this morning and wish to participate, I suppose we can have a grace day!

Oh man, I knew it was coming. I was slugging through the books, but it was coming, it was coming, and then... it came.

Good times. Met some new folks yesterday, saw some old folks, quite connected but I don't particularly care. Sane about it, which is good.

Monday: an interview. Also: meeting with a potential new client. Wish I had an idea about both what sort they were. ie, just making sure I've got the goods I claimed to have or weighing against a half-dozen others.

so sad it has come to this.

Anyways, been hardly working. Which could have catastrophic consequences in the very near future. The roommate has Woman over - WTF, it's 1:30. Perhaps I should work if it's going to be impossible to sleep.

Soon, I shall turn off the internets to write a short paper I was supposed to do a while ago. Doot doot! I'm the one's gotta go to the Time Bomb High School. I just could not force myself to get it done earlier, but I could force myself to do the requisite thinking. Hence, it should not take too long to pound out.

Perhaps this means I need yet another beer.

I went to bed last night with two granola bars on my desk. I was going to eat them with lunch today.

I woke up this morning with one granola bar and a bowl with milk + cereal residue in the bottom on my desk. ROOMMATING INFIDEL!

Life is marvellous! I love it all, the marvels and pins and whistles.

I'm doing laundry as we speak! It's in the wash. I sent out an email to a couple lists I'm on about RMG LAUNDRY DAY, told most of my neighbors, it's all so marvellous. Several are participating, though I didn't tell them about HuSi to post it on. If they find it, they can post. If not, whatever. They might send them to me. If so, I may ask about relaying them here.

So I washed my jock today.

I just ran into one of my favorite people on earth. OMG! I had to resist very strongly the urge to ask her to marry me. I must be made of steel, for I just threw out the love of my dreams.

Now I'm writing a short paper on Hume. I have to decide whether to write about his attack on miracles or his attack on reasoning about cause and effect. I want to attack his attack on miracles, but I don't know if I've got the power, and I'm very sympathetic to his attack on causality. So, either way, it could be a weak paper. Either a bad disagreement or, "Yeah, I think he's got it about right." The paper's supposed to be short, but not that short.