February 6-7, 2001 — Now I kiss her on the cheek

Do I ever have a treat for you. In order to punish myself for being too lazy to write a journal yesterday, I decided to finally finish the Photo ID Project. Or at least the rough version of it; there are more than likely more bad ID photos to add, but at least four years of bus passes are now online. It's also not a final version since I hesitate to call something that I finish at 4:00AM anything but rough.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, a girl with a journal at Diaryland linked to me. (With so few links to me these days, I have to take victories where I can find them.) I actually found out awhile ago, but I never really looked through her page all that much until yesterday night. Her journal makes me quite jealous because she can talk about people under the assumption that they're not reading over her shoulder, while I have quite the opposite problem. She's norwegian, so English isn't her first language and her journals are charmingly brief. Perhaps my journals would be less convoluted and a bit more blunt if I wrote them in another language. All in favour of French? In any case, I enjoyed looking through her old entries last night. Take a look, if you like.

Escaping the Internet for a moment, I've decided that all elements of technology are aligning to destroy me. My email has been extremely sketchy lately (okay, so maybe we're not going that far from the Internet), my monitor has been making odd blipping noises accompanied with flashes of blackness every now and again (or maybe I'm just being controlled subconsciously?), and the headphones for my Discman are giving my electrical shocks. No, really. I'm starting to become conditioned to jump at noises similar to the popping that my headphones would emit before zapping me in the ear canal. It's quite painful and my head jerks to the left every time. But it only happens when it's really humid out (or so it seems), so I'm going to remain stubborn and not buy new headphones. Good plan, huh?

I got the physics quiz that I barely prepared for and that I wrote on no sleep back today. I got 12 out of 15, making a mistake only on the question that everyone in the class got wrong: If a block is pulled down by a small distance (delta z) and then released, the block-spring system will oscillate in simple harmonic motion. Using Newton's second law (F = ma), write a differential equation relating the acceleration of the block (a = d²z/dt²) to it's vertical position (z).

I figure if I drop out of university, then I won't have to deal with stupid quizzes anymore, so it's for the best. The entire quiz was stupid easy except for that question, which was stupid irrelevant, so it's not like I've any regrets from my day of no sleep.

I think Johnston's feeling a bit better, but I also think he's at the height of contagiousness, and to be honest, I'm a lot more worried about potential infections with the flu than I am with the potential outbreak of ebola in Hamilton. I read "The Hot Zone" back when I was 13 or 14, so I've always expected that I'll die bleeding from all my orifices anyways; it's more the threat of throwing up for a few days and then going back to business as usual that has me all anxious.

Or maybe I should just go to bed...