I think time is speeding up.

I sit here writing at nearly 4 AM Monday morning, surveying the past week, and feeling convinced it couldn’t have lasted more than three days. Oh, you may disagree I’m sure, but try explaining how I can get so little done in so many days. I have a CS107 program due tomorrow at midnight, and have been working on it since two in the afternoon. I now have negative two late days left to spend, and that probably means I shouldn’t feel at liberty to just “take some more.”

I saw our football team take a pounding yesterday, after being assured they would come close at worst, win at best. And I had to hear that annoying USC band jingle 40 times.. At least that was how many times they had played it when I left, as our band was keeping a running total.

I was sprayed by windshield wiper fluid for the second time in my life today. I rode through the parking garage on the way home from work at the hospital today, and “inconvenienced” a woman in a Bronco, since she had to drive slowly behind me for a moment. I made room as soon as I got onto the street, but was going almost as fast as the Bronco anyway. As she passed me, I felt a rather wide spray of fluid hit me in the face, and I realized it was her wiper fluid. We came to a stop sign shortly after, and as I looked in the window, I’m almost sure she smirked. Women.

Julio, my crazy spanish teacher (I’m not exaggerating) made us dance again on Friday. It was supposedly the “salsa” (me bouncing vaguely along to the beat, attached to a girl bouncing along to an apparently unrelated beat), and the macarena (evidently the “extended” mix, ugh).

I find that I have a lot of trouble thinking of interesting stuff, let alone sounding interesting, at 4 AM. Please excuse me, and mail me encouraging letters so that I’ll start at a reasonable time next week.

And now, for the quote(s) of the week.

Me, 2:00 PM: “I hope to be done by 10, so I can go to the movie tonight”
Me, 10:00 PM: “I hope to be done by midnight, so I can sleep well tonight”
Me, 3:00 AM: “I hope to die in my sleep, so I don’t have to face debugging tomorrow”

Will I get done by the deadline, midnight Monday? Tune in next week for the exciting conclusion.

This is Bradley, signing out.