I spell uncomfortable with two 'H's and an 'N'.

I'm very, very cold. Despite this, I'm going to try to get some rest. If you need me, you will find me sleeping in light.

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If that doesn't work, a phone call sure would go a long way.

Two posts in one day, just barely. Something must be wrong.

I'm not sure yet, but I might be a joke.

On a related note, I went for a run tonight. I was almost hit by a car. It was careless, stupid. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going, and neither was he/she. I've got a burn along my right shoulderblade to remind me that

Forget it. I'm too tired, too stressed. I'll finish that sentence later.

Hrm. I want to say a lot but I don't really have that much to say. I had a post started, but I was compelled to start over.

I suppose I'll start off with the programming contest. It went well. I can say that now without bitterness. I'm a little disappointed that UCF won't be sending a team to the world finals this year, but the contest was very good. Mike's team met his top-20 goal. My team got second of the UCF teams, unless you count Ambrose who yet throws me for a loop with his intelligence and skill. We put up a good fight, so congratulations all around.

The army called me at 7:15 this morning. Apparently they're recruiting. Who could have guessed? I told him that I was planning on working for the NSA as soon as I got my doctorate. He got quiet. I hung up, went back to sleep, and forgot the ordeal until now.

The summer was almost revived for one brief evening. Denny called it a tease. I call it a reminder. Drew, Denny, and Ryan were all in town. We were TJ short of a reunion. We talked for awhile, and went to Steak'nShake where we met a very exhausted Jackie, Jill, and Michelle. We just sat around talking, exchanging stories and moods. I was content.

I think I'm going to be driving a lot in the coming year. Tennessee and South Carolina are already places I would wish to visit. Now I might be driving from Tennessee to Long Island to visit my extended family. It will be nice to feel real winter again, to experience the snow and wind, and to escape it. I like winter because it lets me wear warm clothes, drink hot chocolate, and bask in the light of dancing flames.

It felt like fall for the first time this morning. The more things change, the more they stay the same.

I think I'm going to have to burn a new Guster CD. I've been driving my mom's car at every opportunity, and A Perfect Circle is beautiful but depressing. That is, the songs aren't necessarily depressing, but my inability to compete with Maynard most certainly is. "So you turn to Guster...?" I know, I know.

I picked up my trumpet yesterday and played for two hours. My lips hurt. I was, however, happy to hear that my sound is actually better than it used to be, because of the airflow logistics behind singing. Alumni band, if such even occurs -- note to self: visit school Thursday to inquire -- should be fun.

I think that's it. I've got a busy several days coming up, so if I don't see you, I'll see you.