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Dick deep in schoolwork and rising. For some reason I thought it'd be a fantastic idea to combine operating systems and distributing computing into the same quarter. Not so much the workload that's a killer, its the thinkload. There's a buttload of thinkloads for those two classes alone. I may need to invest in a second whiteboard which is totally lame and also dumb.

Went to a piznarty on Saturday that turned into a how many kinds of drugs can fit into one room party. Its good thing I had finished off a bottle of wine without dinner or I'd might have been a bit wigged out. Instead, I pseudo stole Q's car and semi-hooked up with one of his roommates bringing my totaly hours of sleep before teaching the next morning to just under 2. Hey Adrian, don't do that. And third person internal monologue? Don't do that either.

Things in the back seat are Chinese studies and parties with an unusually high drug to not-drug ratio. In the fronts seats are operating systems class, a materializing internship with Honeywell Aerospace, and Band of Brothers (that shit is like crack, yo).

Oh Ya! Honeywell! Being carefuly not to jinx a satisfactory interview yesterday, workin' with the FFS (Formation Flying System) crew would kick a little more than a little ass. Combine that with the teaching gig and my dreams of hitting the east coast the summer become realized. WATCH OUT DAN, I'M-A GUNNA FUCKS YOU UP.

Segueing back to weirdly addicting World War II epics, I'm out.