flexagon | Is that true, brain?

heisenbug is back from his trip to the mothership, and we're back to having conversations that include "Maybe if you put salt and cigarettes in a blender...". Also, one of my friends has gone off to NECCA -- I helped her load up the U-Haul on Thursday night -- and has started a blog of circus school stories, for those of you interested in that kind of thing.

I've been doing more living and less writing about it. I am being studious, still thinking about math puzzles. Work's going well, with really more opportunities than I know what to do with now that I'm wanted by three subteams. And as forecast, I finished my "books to read" shelf, and banged through a couple of the fiction books my friends gave me in the meantime -- my only question is why I chose to read two horror novels in a row when I was alone in the house. Ah well. :-) Now I've pulled a few more books over to that shelf; books like Letters of the Century that were hiding on the reference shelf when I created the last stack, and books of the bug's that I want to read. From where I am now, it looks possible I could actually run out of books, but have decided to test this belief. I suspect running out is WAY harder than it looks.

I was in the bathroom earlier today, thinking about how to spend my day and the rest of my thirties, and my brain said: all I want to do right now is earn money and do acroyoga.

Is that true, brain?