This sucks: my left eye is in intense pain. I don't know what to do about it. Also, I didn't go to French this morning, because my body demanded that I sleep. That part was fine, but it also means that I didn't hand in the oral exercises that were as it turns out due yesterday, and will not be accepted after today - I tried to do them last night, but it's apparently no longer possible to access them from any computers, you have to go to the language lab, which never seems to be open when I have free time. Also, I didn't look at whatever it might be that I need to prepare for working on this dialogue to memorize for tomorrow, which means I won't be very useful to the classmates that I'm meeting for lunch after class. I will go to syntax on time though. I wrote up the homework for it last night, on reflexives, actually quite enjoyed it, and even put in a lot of extra unneccessary stuff to consider further examples that weren't in the data set. Of course that just meant I stayed up later (2). Alison, who I caught up before African, says that sleep is important. No doubt.

I always love coming back to the barn, no matter how often I do it. I came back home a lot yesterday, after each class. Straggled back after morning murder, but was actually productive here - read two M&D chapters, then back to Parrish for I9 forms and new pin for pre-registration, ran into Rae with a plank and a shoe-box diaroma for her architecture class. After French (discussed recipes, and of course I didn't have one prepared, but I read someone else's for bouillabaisse) I nearly ran back here, singing "I Can't Explain" and delirious. I put on "Meaty Beaty Big and Bouncy," this excellent comp of early Who hits, and listened through the whole thing as I made lunch (vile pasta) for me and Becca, preregistered for a bunch of classes I don't really want to take, just to see (8:30 Phil? CogSci? Anth? Semantics?), did more stupid e-errands, decided not to read the last chapter of the M&D reading. Oh yeah, and I recieved this trippy thing - a flat cardboard package from Belarus, with lots of stamps and cyrillic writing. It was the Bob Dylan album I ordered from Half, only it was actually a Russian import copy, sent without a jewel case, because, as the sketchy ungrammatical note included said "most of them crash before arriving." Pretty cool though.

Pynchville was good, but fairly subdued. Christy and Dave and I talked about golems and "kabbalistick" writing, Popeye and Spock (genetic deficiency), and Tox, then gave a whiz-bang presentation to the class. Nobody talked after break, except eventually I started too. And there was this power outage, which made most of the buildings dark, just reminding me that I needed to sleep. I came home to do that, but ended up instead watching most of "32 Short Films about Glenn Gould" with Elena and Ester (I want to call her Martha.) I thought it was quite good in that ridiculously pretentious and artsy way, but I guess the two of them were not entertained. It's definitely a pretty movie. I'd like to see it again sometime when I'm not falling asleep. Uncertain because of the power out, but I went to Sharples (Student Council dinner meant nothing more than usual, but I got to preside over a good long table of past Willetsians, Heather and Phil at the other end dancing on their chairs, then a big cone of Ben and Jerrys - the cone itself was kindy funny tasting) and then to African (finalistic and pretty intense, especially towards the end. Christy and I jumped up and down.)

Olde Club to talk to Erik Osheim about sound and lighting for the party, then to the library, where I feel like I must have accomplished something. Then back to Olde Club, where I stayed for about an hour as Erik and Dave Maccandish set up eight lights. We played around with the little lighting board, which includes a pulsating effect Erik dubbed the "Warsaw discotheque" effect. They look pretty good, and with better positioning and some new gels they should be very effective. Hopefully Rebecca will have some time to help with that before the party. After that, I went up to SRN to visit Elena at her radio show. It was really fun - I pulled out stuff for her to play (Currituck County, Danielson Famile, Lambchop, Mr. Len, MJ Cole weird-ass remix) in between her standard MagFields, Bright Eyes and XTC. There are a ton of ten-inch hip-hop dance singles in white jackets that I bet nobody ever plays, including two copies of "Get UR Freak On." I borrowed one of two copies of a Faithless CD, and a Dilated Peoples disc, to see if they're worth playing at the party. We should borrow some more stuff for the party too. On the way out, we stopped by to see pajamed Brigid, who agrees about "Bagombo Snuff Box." I still hadn't done the syntax work, but then I did it.

intertwining hands...