Posted 12:05 by Tycho

Today got off to a bad start. Had a really bad dream. Well, to me it was bad, and it got me into a depressed state for all of an hour [much of it I was dozed off for].

Today's agenda: finish thermodynamics homework, 2 hours research at library on the British Double-Cross system [~1942], eat food, relax. Oh, right, work on memory project. Half the poem to go. Meh.

"Poe, E.

Near a Raven


Midnights so dreary, tired and weary.
Silently pondering volumes extolling all by-now obsolete lore.
During my rather long nap--the weirdest tap!
An ominous vibrating sound disturbing my chamber's antedoor.
"This" I whisper quietly, "I ignore."
Perfectly the intellect remembers: the ghostly fires, a glittering ember.

That's pi to 52 digits [51 decimal places].

So, yeah, I should probably get off my ass and get some food, get dressed, and get to work so I can relax later.

Donut: "It's not pink! Why would Command give me pink armor??"

Grif: "Don't ask, don't tell."