Had a dream last nite. Was in a lobby or cafeteria of a building. It had glass walls. A woman approached telling B that P wanted to see him. B went over to the corner of the lobby and I followed. B talked to P about something, while I stood behind P. I purposedly nudged P's shoulder, which made P somewhat annoyed but P did not recognize me. B left ( Read more... )

Interviews coming up. I calculate a 11% probability that I'll land a callback, and a 0% chance I'll land a job.

Jerb search. I.e., here goes nothing. Ouch, I think I strained a neck muscle.

Realized something profound about interpretation today.

New mouse is trapped in Parsippany, NJ. Omgwtfbbq.

Invited back (to the motherland) for arranged marriage. This time, it's for real. Scary.

4 Gigs, and still I'm told I'm low on RAM.

This is space filler. Just as most of the time in our days are space filler. Most of the time, we're not doing things we would really want to do, and even when we are, it's mostly useless, unmemorable things. Good food. Good music. Good people. Perhaps that's best we can ask for in life. Or is it?

I dreamed the world was coming to an end. For some reason, my law professor was living w/ my parents and I, and we fled from alien creatures in a car. The whole time, I was just happy final exams would be cancelled.

Some ppl r tools. Some ppl r weapons. I am a nuke.