I feel so loved...

Wow. Now, y'see, I didn't realize that livejournal would email me the comments that people made to my posts. Which means that this morning I woke up with more mail in my inbox that was actually to _me_ than I've seen in quite awhile. Awww. Validation of my existence. Or something.

And it started out such a good day, too...

So it started as a good day. Got up early, was super-productive, did laundry and classwork and applied for jobs. Got an interview with the folks who bring you Lysol or something for an engineering position making gadgets for toilet bowls and the like. Read/listened to the score of The Three-penny Opera - weird stuff. Brecht's a strange, strange man. Although it turns out that this is where the song "Mack the Knife" comes from - didn't know that before.

And then I went to the basketball game at Penn with the rest of the band. We've been losing left and right, with basically the same team that brought us to the NCAAs last year, so I wasn't expecting much. But, lo and behold, the Tigers started kicking ass. Serious ass. Like, 20 point lead ass. Like, gap of about 15 points for a good three-quarters of the game.

But I should have known better. Honestly. This is Princeton we're talking about, and no one can snatch defeat from the jaws of victory like us. In the last 10 minutes, Penn managed to tie the score. Andre fails to get a shot off at the buzzer. We go into overtime. And the Quakers go on to win by 8 points as we spend the entire overtime missing three pointers and foul shots.

So I'm going to go to bed now. My throat hurts from screaming for two hours straight, and the adrenaline high has worn off and left me crashed. And I have to get up early in the morning to see a man about a clock.

It's 11:58. And the Quaker is still a dork.