A highly respected slice of binary cream pie

What a gray day it is. Damn the weather. I'm broke. Damn money. My knees hurt. Damn the Milford High Ski Team for four years of athletic abuse. My knuckle is sore. Damn my 3D carving tools. I have to go to the mall to pick up my matte board. Damn the mall and damn...

Better yet... must and WILL study for my exam tomorrow. Yah... thats the ticket.

Arg. Fucking Civ III. Damn it to hell. See, the problem with that game is not that its addicting, but that it's aggrivating in an addicting way. See, it's a trun based game, meaning, if you want to do something (move a guy, build a city etc) you have to wait to do it....

Dispite wanting an adventure, it seems like I'm destined to have only a smaller version of it. The "rents" are dead set against a bus. Completely and overwelmingly against it. They'd rather have me fly. Now, I appreciate their consern, but the plane ticket would be...

Well, I wanted an adventure, and now I might have one. Seeing as how another plane crashed today, not terrorist related, but disheartening none the less, I don't see how flying to and from TX at this point would be "ok" with anyone, let alone with myself. Nonetheless,...

As I am very caffinated at the moment, I think I'll take time to reflect. The reason for this is the occasional personal evaluation that one goes through when they've reached points of emotional, social or educational poignancy. A "how's my life doing" sort of thing....