February 23, 2004
i'm sorry, but i really don't mind mondays
Liebes Tagesbuch,
20 Minutes until GERM398. I'm listening to Oysterhead as it's streamed from my room to this lovely and expensive multimedia setup in the basement of Maginnes. If I wanted to be really cool, I could put up a visualization and have it projected in frighteningly expensive macro-glory on the big screen.
In the world of go, I think I finally got a friend of mine into it. Granted I'm still a beginner myself, but I've had a great deal of exposure to the game and I know how much I've improved since I first played. That said, my friend shows such outstanding potential that it makes me grin stupidly. He's a challenge even without handicap stones. I just remember how bumblingly stupid I was in my first games, and how sustainingly clever he can be after a number of games you can count on one hand. I just hope he doesn't tire of it.
About 13 minutes till class.
Spirits are high. My money has finally arrived from Amazon (on the 5th banking day of the 5 they told me to wait). I've got another paycheck and some cash to be sent home and deposited. And I've got like 6 escort appointments tonight, which, if my stamina is with me, should bring at least a few hundred more.
