Well, I’ve almost washed my hands of Winter term entirely, but I still have to act tomorrow. I get to intimidate Bob Lyons, throw a beer can, drop the F-bomb, and generally be a badass, for a grade. I’ve liked working with Bob on this scene, not just because the scene interests me, but because Bob is a great guy to work with. He was willing to find time in his busy schedule to meet with me on at least three occasions in order to run through the scene so that we would be prepared for it, and when we did our rehearsal a week before the final due date, we were the only pair in our half of the class that knew our scene by heart. I’m glad that Bob wants to put as much effort into this as I do. I know that if I had been paired with Eddie, we wouldn’t have even read it yet, and it’s due tomorrow.

I’m glad to see that the Wiki is progressing quickly. I hope that it gains more momentum than Harry’s did initially, so we can keep it rolling. I also hope that my frequent references to Harry’s wiki from within mine will rekindle people’s desire to maintain his, too. I really think that they both have a lot of potential to be a great wealth of both humor and information, if only to the people that maintain them.

I walked on the slough again this year. I was worried that slough-walking season had passed, leaving me no opportunities to partake in my yearly walk on the slough, but a short run of zero-degree weather for a few days made it possible for me again. So, at about three in the afternoon on Saturday, I stood out on the surface of the ice, and looked at the campus from a perspective that I don’t get often. This was the first time that I walked on the frozen slough in broad daylight.

Recently, I seem to have been having problems with my body taking on more energy than it can handle thermally. I’ve burned myself on the oven at least five times in the last week, and today I burned myself with a soldering iron while rigging up a Playstation controller to accept input from a hard DDR mat. Also, while I was making one of the solder joints, the wire snapped up off of the circuitboard and it flung liquid solder up into the corner of my eye. That was a start, let me tell you. It didn’t do any damage, so I’m grateful. I have never had anyone warn me to use eye protection whilst soldering, so that was an unexpected turn of events. However, I only burned myself with the iron once this time, which is a huge improvement over most times (just ask Stickman), so I call it a victory.

I can’t wait to be done with everything. I mean everything. I just want to live alone and have a career, already. Oh, I also want an electric mixer. You know, for cakes and stuff.