Time is being strange again. Things which happened last week (Jim coming home from Chicago, my last trip to Millbrae) feel like they happened months ago. I was struck by this while hacking last week's journal entries. But why? It's not that my life is particularly full or exciting right now -- not in comparison to previous months, at least. A lot of my time is spent doing calm things, like reading or talking to Jim or working. I don't get it.

Back from a late lunch. Rachel and I went to the University Art Center in Palo Alto and spent too much money on art supplies. She bought clay & accessories; I bought lots of paper, lots of Pentel pens, a few Tombo pens, a photo album, and a lined journal with a cover of gold butterflies on black. Quite successful, all in all. We went to McDonald's afterwards, acquired Happy Meals, and split them up on returning to work -- I got the hamburgers, Rachel got the fries.

So now I'm back at work, and much sleepier than I expected. I have a meeting with Vipul at 1600, for him to look over what I've done so far and perhaps to scold me for completely forgetting to look at and/or update my schedule. I have two of my three screens to show him, although none of them actually work yet -- for some reason it's throwing a multitude of exceptions every time I try talking to the server, which is really bizarre.

Before and After Science has been the soundtrack for most of the day; I've had it pretty much on constant repeat. It's all at least okay, but tracks 4 (Energy Fools the Magician), 7 (Julie with...), and 9 (Through Hollow Lands) are IMO much better than the rest. I'm not sure why; maybe because 4 & 9 are entirely instrumental, and 7 is vocally non-intrusive. Probably in another few days I'll love all of it; things do grow on me.

5pm. Vipul told me that I was wonderful, gave me a bunch more information on my screens, and wrote down a lot of questions. Now I should be heading for voice class, but I'm completely unexcited. It seems likely I'll bail from class early, given how tired I am; it'd take an awfully exciting set of songs to keep me awake, and unfortunately our instructor continues to like the soppiest, most sentimental stuff imaginable -- and not only that but it's vocally boring. Ay, me.

I finished A Game of Thrones. I'm not sure what I think; it had some problems with pacing in the middle, and the omniscient viewpoint made a few things unclear (like 'what is the author trying to accomplish?'), and there were a surprising number of deaths from the ranks of our major characters. But I'll read the next one, if it ever comes out.