This is shaping up to be a busy semester, with a steady flow of problem sets and papers that plague all of my days. Perhaps "plague" is too harsh of a word, for 50% of the time, I don't actually mind them. There is always that sense of accomplishment with every bit of math that I understand, and as Maria said, the satisfaction of seeing my time not wasted.

Last night, Harika and I did a very very very silly thing. Suffice to say that the silliness actually killed (please God) a ghost for me. First time in years that I actually doubted the validity of my judgment, the worthiness of this obsession. The voice did not, in the least bit, match up with the image I fabricated. It was as if the only way his armor would not tarnish is by sealing out all reason and logic, which I am the expert at doing. Surprisingly enough, I wasn't sad. It only took a couple moments of silence to realize that I could not/should not have expected otherwise. WOW, what a night!