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Audiobooks, Iowa, weddings, and meeting the father.
Friday, 20:40 The trip to Iowa was wonderful. A nice uneventful drive during which I listened to the first seven chapters of Morevi, a novel by Tee Morris and Lisa Lee. It’s not a book I would have thought to look twice at in a bookstore, most likely (just because there are other types of plots higher on my list), but the book is really pretty damn good, as is the reading of it by the author. The book was read in a weekly podcast by the author, and I just downloaded all the chapters and made CDs from them. Driving through Illinois and Iowa was a little boring, but…
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Whee!
The MIT survey circulating isn’t that lengthy. And they ask odd questions. It’s fun.
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The wolverine and the coyote
Dr. 7 is back and is helping make life… interesting. Last night, he sat in my room and talked to me, and my remaining vestiges of propiety and politeness (such as they are, yes) dictated that I pay him a semblance of attention. Combined with the time I spent working out, I got a measly 500 words written last night, no work done at all, and only six hours of sleep to get even that done. He’s also, however, lurking and smirking around the workplace, and I haven’t felt so damn uncomfortable since I first started working here at the beginning of last school year. I don’t know yet if…
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The other beast emerges
About Wednesday, I slipped into a weird mood that I haven’t felt in months, thanks to the stress of school. It’s my weird “work hard, play hard” mood that brings with it an unimaginable focus. Right now, my mind is set on about four things. Two of those are work-related, one is writing. None are social, unfortunately, so socializing for me has hit the back burner–if I don’t have a purpose for talking to you (be it technical or otherwise), I probably won’t spare many mips for discussion. Alas, this meant IMs and e-mails have gone largely unanswered this weekend, that I’ve been the antithesis of soft and warm (although…
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I got hit by a what?!
A deer. In the (literally) one mile stretch between my apartment and campus (I’d gone home for lunch), a deer charged across the road and plowed into the driver’s side of my car. There’s a dent in my car and a gimpy deer running around now. …the fuck this shit have to happen to me?