Post-Thesis Mellow

Man, tomorrow I'm not going to do anything. I'm going to roll out of bed whenever. I'm going to make a couple of calls. Maybe meet this one person for coffee. Maybe eat some eggs--or not. You know--we'll see. I might peck at the keyboard of one of Yoel's laptops for a while. I might make some more inroads into my book of light reading. I might drink some beers, but I don't think I'm even going to take that very seriously. Also, I will see some friends, but only if they make it easy for me. Basically I'm going to trundle myself around on a wheelbarrow, look at dust motes in corners, and move slowly and think about little. Certainly about nothing that is important or connects, 'cause damnit, I've earned it.

(The thesis defense went well. I've ben thinking about it so much this week/month/year that I recuse myself from talking about it. Be patient! Because I know you are all clamoring to hear. No really. ALL of you. CLAMORING to hear.)

Hee hee.