...and Adria said "You're home already?"

Already? What's this 'already' crap? It took me five hours to get home tonight because right after the GW bridge there was a giant pothole filling party. They had the two left lanes closed down, then it opened up again, then they had the two RIGHT lanes closed down.

Welcome to New York. Please be certain your five-point restraint is snug.

The one plus to sitting in traffic, singing along to my cds (which I can now play in the car thanks to that cool little FM transmitter thingie), and generally being peaceful was that I got to people watch. A few people even watched back. We made faces and waved, then drove off with big grins for how silly we were.

One guy even struck up a conversation with me. His name was Gene and he was on his way home from work. He was impressed by my long trip, and wished me luck on the rest of the drive (which at that point looked like it would be FOREVER). We chatted about ten minutes before the traffic merged over and we went on our own merry ways.

I like talking to strangers. Some of them can be quite interesting.

Besides me trip home, I have been fairly dull. My linear test was as much of a nightmare as I had expected, and if I expect the worst, when I get my grade and it's a positive number, I'll be pleased.

Today was an entertaining day...unique. I woke up at 7:50 AM...as in 'in the morning'. I showered and was ready, although unwilling, to face the day ahead of me. Lisa came over and we registered for next semester's classes the second the BUSI system went online. Then we got breakfast at Denny's.

All before 11 AM.

I made it to linear ON TIME, although Jeremy wasn't there to congratulate me. In fact, he wasn't there at all. I sniffled a little, then got over it and resolved to learn what the teacher was talking about. I followed him for about ten minutes then he said "Discrete signal" and drew something which closely resembled a sine curve (or a cosine curve, I don't care all that much and most of you probably knew what I meant anyway...it's a fuckin' squiggly line). I was instantly lost, and sat there for five minutes muttering how that wasn't discrete, it was continuous.

By the time the pain had passed enough for me to gather my wits and try to learn again, he had baked two loaves of bread, stomped a vat of grapes into wine, was ordained a priest and was giving out communion wafers.

Yes, that was a colorful and exaggerated way of saying I was lost. Very lost. There were things on the board in foreign languages and he wrote out an entire proof for SOMETHING...but my best guess was "Why you can't tie a knot in two-dimensional space".

I thought the command line section of my brain was sore...don't even START me on to proof by induction part...

After class I headed to the Union to procure some snack cakes before heading home to nap. I walked into the Mini Mall, seeking tacos, and noticed the line was very long...so my diligent little self said "Aw, screw it..." and started to leave. But in mid-stride I recalled that there are OTHER foods in the Mini Mall. So I resolved to do one lap.

One lap later I'm heading out the door and who do you think walks blindly past me....Jeremy.

Me: "Hey!"
(Jeremy is gazing off in the other direction, with the pinkish aura of 'just woke up, very hungry...get in my way and you may be accidentally consumed')
Me: "Hey, Jer!"
Him: "Huhwhat? Oh hi!!!"
(I get my head squished.)
Him: I wasn't expecting to see you! In fact, I think I was trying to avoid you.
Me: ::sniffle::
(I get my head squished again, while Jeremy makes "aw poor baby" noises.)

Guys are amusing when they wake up and seek food. Good humor was shared, I got my head squished and protected my ticklish spots poorly. Then we ate lunch and discussed how we were going to snap and go loony if we spent one more day together without spending at least a day apart. We talked about the classes we registered for, and how cool it was to have another break so soon. I whined about the gouge down the side of my car, which either came from someone deliberately damaging my car by raking a key down the side ('keying'), or by the spinning things at the car wash. I first thought key, but now I'm thinking car wash.

If someone keyed my car, there will be a bloodletting of phenomenal proportions if I find them.

Jeremy was sympathetic, and said he'd ask his people what can be done.

Then he convinced me I could go home tonight. "Don't worry, I'll take notes..." I didn't take much convincing. He could have said "You might get a papercut in class, you shouldn't go." and I would have said "You're right...I should go home tonight."

I'm in Baldwin...could you guess? Hmmmm, let's do the run down of good and bad things that happened today.

The Good	The Bad
Got up early. Got breakfast.	Found out sooner that someone keyed my car.
Got to class on time.	No one cared.
Saw Jeremy for lunch.	No chicken, therefore no chicken soft taco.
Got my head squished.	Got my head squished.
Successfully made mix CD for Sandra.
CDs in the car.
Didn't get pulled over for going 85 in Pennsylvania (Ooopsie!).
Talked to strangers.	Sat in traffic for two hours.
Home at last.	No food and I'm HUNGRY!!!
Plenty of time to rest.	Cot-sized bed.

I'm going to get all logical for a second. Assume that in order to have a good day, there must be more good things than bad things that happen over the entire day.

Notice that "The Good" items are greater in number than "The Bad" items.

Now, as an exercise in the obvious...what conclusion did you come up with?

...

I'll hope you're all as smart as I hope. I had a good day....but now I'm going to have a good sandwich.

I'm HUNGRY!!!