Friday through Monday is now a time for, more than anything else, experimenting with spontaneous circadian reversal. The middle of the week forces me to switch back to a conventional sleep schedule, but the transitions are quite tolerable.
My relationship with the Information and Coding seminar grows ever more bipolar as the workload intensifies to humiliatingly unreasonable levels. The sense of accomplishment that arrives with the mastery of a novel mathematical concept is a wonderful and unique (and regularly experienced) one, even if it comes only after the concept is laboriously explained five times over by one's patient classmates; but dear Professor Petersen demands such bit-rates of us noisy-channel students that I can hardly recommend his class.
Generally, I don't think I've ever felt so good about not having a life. I like the brief balance of winter's cold and fall's color. I'm reading again, and I put cashews in my salad at least four times last week.
posted on Monday, November 21, 2005
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