So I head home after work at about 330PM yesterday (After having spent the night there) and decide that a nap would be a good idea. I set the alarm to 530, so I have enough time to get to class at 615, right? My internal clock kicks me out of bed at 525, and I have to run from the bathroom to the bedroom sudsy because I forgot to de-prime the alarm five minutes later. So I wander to class, manage to pay attention (We cover CRM and the importance of relationships, then go into calculating present lifetime customer value given retention across multiple complementary product lines- see? I remember!), then wander home to get ready for Salsa.

So, yesterday started out decent, I suppose. I wasted a few hours putzing around with Metroid Prime 2, then went into the kitchen to make Goop Soup (lovingly referred to as such because of it’s consistency, AdvInCooking to come), and idly contemplated going to help out Quack with her stealth move. feeling unusually social (or perhaps realizing that lonely isn’t something that fixes itself), I decided to show, and 1.5 hours later we not only had her stuff moved, put arranged in tasteful entertain-people fashion throughout her house. Which, incidentally, is really nice, has a gorgeous patio, and while the kitchen’s a bit small, the fridge is awesome!

Monday this week- Work. Some of my coworkers got together and started doing a lunch go-to-the-gym thing at my gym, so I tagged along for moral support. Lunchtime is *empty* there. Bonus. In the evening, KMS Class. Good stuff- I’m digging this Harvard Business Case method (offshoot of Socrates). A bit of appreciated contribution at the beginning and I was riveted to my chair for the rest of the night. Good material, discussing Knowledge Vs. Information vs. Data. I have a lot of fun insight on this, but hardly any time to talk about it. Maybe some other time I’ll get a chance to expound on the concept of cognitive patterns.

Dear Michael,

Let me be honest: it’s been pretty good being you. You have your ups and downs, your lefts and rights, but most of the time you manage to trundle through this life of yours without stubbing your toes too often. Still, I think its about high time I gave you a little bit of perspective:

Finals week is over… sort of. I still have 8 pages to write before I can relax, but that shouldn’t take me past noon. After that, I have a volunteer coding project with a really hard deadline, but no-one on the project is going to care if I destress a bit after putting the site structure white paper together. So what’s on for tonight? Good question.

This evening I allowed myself to be dragged, kicking and screaming (with joy and elation, actually, and the dragging was more done by myself, but meh) to Club Havana for their weekly Salsa lessons (and subsequent burning of the dancefloor when the really experienced people join us newbies).

Life is good. Weddings… well, from what I understand John and Mary’s wedding was uncommon in that the Reception did not tank. I had a huge amount of fun dancing, drinking (not a whole lot, but I was driving), and meeting lots of neat new people (Who knew that engineers doing highway design for Ohio were so cool… and cute to boot!). We finally trundled out of there at about 11PM with sore muscles- someone’s got to get me the name of that DJ, he kicked some serious ass…. either that, or he knew which requests to play. Lots of my old friends from college were there, and I finally got to have conversations with a few more. I want pictures, ‘cause I really want to remember last night in the long term.