we'll soon be done

to the tune of: Catch The Wind by The Irish Descendants

I'm told I have a problem: a sort of addiction to sleeping in my clothes. So judge for yourself, based on my last week:

Thursday: stayed up all morning to finish the last cs229 problem set, only to go to lecture and fall asleep in the third row.

Friday: Tried to do the same thing again to finish the ling program but bombed out around 4 AM. At least they drop the lowest project score...

Saturday: Got 10 hours of much-needed sleep before rehearsal and starting on our cs229 project

Monday: stayed up all morning to finish the project, catching a quick nap while Kendra was sleeping. (Kat says this counts as "social" clothes-sleeping-in, which is somehow better. Like social alcoholism.)

Tuesday: planned to take a quick nap before finishing our cs376 presentation. "Quick" became seven hours, and I woke up at 3 AM with a sharp pain in my leg. I realized I was sleeping on my keys. But I never sleep on my keys. So I must have been taking a na---oh, crap. But I sprang awake and finished the presentation.

Speaking of which, the poster session and the presentation went well, even though PowerPoint chose the precise moment we were presenting to stop running. That was embarrassing.

Special thanks to all the women who contributed to the RSFZ Sugar Fund, keeping us wired with an array of cookies, cakes, and pies.

Ooh, and we submitted our abstract to CHI. The full paper is coming next week. If it gets accepted we could win a trip to scenic Portland...

Once again, Erika comes through with procrastinatory links: the strangely amusing Cheapass Cereal Hall of Fame and the classic future Googlebot.

And all by myself: Dude! Americans have long (well, the last four years at least) been posing as Canadians overseas to avoid drawing their ire, but now this kit promises to help, complete with a guidebook entitled, "How to Speak Canadian, Eh?"