the days are just packed...

So the introductory Hindi class that I'd signed up for was cancelled... only two people signed up, and I was the only one who actually showed... but now I can pronounce and draw vowels -- the guy who was teaching the class (Namit -- he's pretty cool) showed up and said, "well, here, let's give you some links online and an introduction to pronunciation..." Learning to draw the things made me feel incredibly slow... other languages' character sets are utterly bizarre. Next semester, he says, he'll make sure enrollment is >2, and he'll offer it again...

... and I'm just generally really hyper. I woke up at six and worked out and then ran a campus loop, and then ran another one tonight with Marty samarin and Lisa pyrona and JD yourusername, all of whom are going to be l337 distance runners. Except that Marty already is.

And on a very broad, philosophical level, I don't know what I'm doing, but I'm certainly doing a lot of it. I turned in my degree petition today. And mailed things and futzed with software and my inane phone, and went to a research meeting, and went to class and spoke with people I'd been meaning to speak to...

And everybody's got their own little neuroses. I don't think I know anybody who's got it figured out. We're all little bundles of confusion and pain, doing what we think is best to try to minimize the unpleasantness...

But on that cheerful note, I feel pretty good. Or something.