So, in the end, I didn't deliver what they wanted, but they're fine with that (at least, I declare them so) and I'm gravy and I went and got coffee. I'm going to a potluck tonight, different set of hosts, so I haven't been completely blacklisted from the potluck circuit, it seems, even if I estimate that I am still persona au gratin with that one circle.

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!

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.