Residue

In less than twelve hours I have a test on complex variables, including concepts like "residue" and "poles." Sometimes I feel like this math course is just residue. Seriously

The time of maximum free time is coming close. Sooo close. As a result, of course, all of this time is wildly occupied by, pun warning, complex things. But the spring is peeking through.

Friday was a great day for DDR. Saturday I ran for 15 minutes about (my legs were too deadened from the day before) and then DDR again, haha. This guy just gave me a bunch of tokens after he saw me play; I guess he bought twenty dollars' worth and he wasn't gonna spend them all. Later that day I had an allergic reaction because of some dining hall worker's laziness (failure to put up a card showing the ingredients of the brown rice pilaf... with walnuts. who the fuck puts walnuts in rice?) and missed half of a good hip-hop dance show in a Benadryl-induced nap. I had just gotten my breathing back to a perfect level, too. Fuck. Argh.

I think I'm going to try to either run or play DDR every day of this week, though. It's about fucking time; I'm tired of being inactive. I guess I'm going to have to figure out a running route, or use the gym, which I've actually never done here. or anywhere. (end confession.) Scrape off the residue that ended up here when the work piled up onto me. Actually, it's still piling up. Boo.

The Day of Silence is tomorrow. Well, technically tomorrow I mean.

Wow, 102 seconds just passed without me realizing it too much. No good. I've got to get back into intellectual shape for this test tomorrow. And remember to try to get myself in better physical shape tomorrow too.

So many shapes we all have to contort ourselves to. Silently.