As I write this the clock just struck noon, but it feels later in the day than it actually is, likely because I woke up at 4 AM (after about two-three hours sleep) and because the sky is dark, and thunder rolls in the distance. Despite this, I’m considerably less tired than I was yesterday. Yesterday could have certainly been better (which is to say that it was abysmal), but today has been pleasant enough. The memo I sent in for one of my assignments was more than sufficient, a credit to Prof. Wolman’s teaching.
My New Year’s resolution was to get my mental and physical health in check. On the first count at least, I’ve succeeded? Physically I’ve lost a lot of weight (while retaining muscle), and my cardiovascular health’s never been better save perhaps when I was very young. I move quicker, and with greater grace and finesse. I had the red velvet cake two weekends ago, when Giara was over for the rave (to-do: finish the entry for that weekend). We went to the late night coffeehouse right next to my apartment after Incunabuli, and it really was quite good. On that note, John Dole of Bisque is dead. I’d say he blew himself to kingdom come, but the whole crew was sick of Mr. Dole and the Padre explicitly asked Lord Aveth to deny him a place in Her kingdom during the funeral. Because of John Dole’s habit of leaving a string of corpses wherever we went, the crew was forced to flee Fenn Blaine after said habit caught up to us. Most of us took on assumed names, save for Sheila the Churchmouse; the Padre is Señor Valerio Cervanto Álvarez for the time being. I do hope we can get back to the Wolves Upon The Coast campaign this weekend, I wanna see how our schemes to deal with the orcneas pan out.
As I write this I’m on the high speed tram, as it stops at Radnor. I do miss the joy I used to get from music; it just hasn’t been the same recently. I’m not bad on the inside but I’m definitely changed. It was Father’s Day on Sunday and I went up to Coaldale to help dad and get tacos with him, and also have my car’s AC recharged. I am my father’s son, and I don’t like impermanence, if I’m being honest. Such is life I guess. As I write this, I just boarded the Market-Frankford back to 34th Street and Anova.
Sierpinski Tetrahedron 