I’m sick. I should be getting better, but I think today/tonight I hit bottom.

Dayquil fucks you up. I went to class sooo strung out — feeling better, but loopy. I’m sticking to straight Tylenol from now on. It currently seems to be working.

Hopefully I’ll start feeling better by this evening. Cause dancing is important to me.

So I resigned from the CSUA the other day. It was about time. It’s no longer fun for me; yeah, if I want to hang out, it’s none too bad, but I don’t feel as motivated to. We have so much fresh blood that it’s sort of gone the other way. It’s not an exclusivity thing, it’s a purpose thing. I kid, but we should almost apply as a Greek organization. A very nerdy, very open and inviting Greek organization, but the days of hacks and hackers seem far away. Of course, it’s not like they’ve been near for a long while.

So this marks another shift in my priorities. Namely, something else I believe in — dancehacking. Which is the concept title of the for-fun dissertation I still want to write. I’ve been compiling a handful of notes for it; perhaps I should mindmap it and then write it out.

Which sounds terribly like applying a compiler approach to thoughts. Where the mindmap is the AST. Yay 164 for further fucking with my mind. (Though in all actuality, it’s the most fun I’ve had since 61C)

Anyway, If I want any more sleep than the 3 hours I’ve already accomplished, I’d better get to it.