11.17.04

Waking up before dawn and not getting back to the house until after dark saps my good will. It'd be great if I were a vampire, longer nights mean better hunting, but I ain't.

Finished up my math homework. Had great fun drawing Venn diagrams and colouring them in. Looking ahead, our next (and last) section is about counting systems. Odd, but do-able. It occured to me that I actually like mathematics, it's arithmetic that throws me for a loop.

*shock horror*

I had a dream last night. It was my birthday, and I was at a party in an apartment in downtown Silver Spring, MD. (Right over the DC/MD border, it's where I grew up.) The apartment was decorated in the height of 1970s style; dark wood furniture, silver mylar wallpaper, avocado-coloured shag carpet, and a conversation pit filled with pillows. For some bizarre reason, Jennifer Aniston and Brad Pitt were at the party. In fact, Ms. Aniston ran out to buy me a birthday present.

I went out on the balcony, but it was some weird, Dali-esque construction that sloped down and out. Gravity wasn't just pulling, it was yanking.

Imagine my confusion when I woke up. I don't feel strongly one way or another about Brad Pitt or Jennifer Aniston--other than I've been impressed by Pitt's character choices, and I really liked Aniston in The Good Girl--but rushing out to buy a present? Is that evidence of my overwhelming, infantile, and counter-productive egocentricity? Maybe. Gee whiz. Darn.

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