Hell is over! Yes! Okay, just kidding. Being in The Magic Flute, if only in the chorus, has been an incredibly enriching experience, most especially Saturday night at the director's RF (resident fellow) apartment after a second spectacular performance. She and our director got a little "happy" on champagne and led us in a rousing singalong rendition of the Queen of the Night aria. It was absolutely hilarious. Sarastro's arias followed in short order, but I guess nothing can beat lots of men singing the Queen of the Night in falsetto.

So I went to ultimate practice this afternoon, the first in a couple of weeks. I'm not sure whether to feel better about the fact that I've been joined in my absences by most of the team. The bunch of little delinquents slinked back to a sunshiny and pretty productive practice today and had lots of fun. Our last official tourney of the season will be in Santa Cruz this weekend. We're slated to play our A-team, Superfly, which I find quite amusing.

Now, I'm in a familiar situation: the short-lived relief that comes after a major assignment has been completed, but is tempered by the looming shadows of more big things to study and to do. Tonight, it's my architecture class floor plan that's finally been completed, but meanwhile I have a response paper due to a guest lecture, as well as a building elevation to draw and a math midterm to study for. I think I've been updating less because I have no classes that require me to sit in front of my computer for extended periods of time. Come to think of it, I kind of miss CS, in terms of both the subject material and the teaching style. But the loads of time that 107 would have sucked up are definitely not available this quarter.

Architecture is fun and not nearly as intense as ME101, but it does take up a lot of time nonetheless. They're even really nice about extensions, but the work still has to be done eventually, and I'm kind of slow about the drawings. I think the fact that they turn each finished assignment into blueprints makes it all the more vital to get it right, because I won't be able to edit them afterward. Sometimes, though, I might get carried away. I haven't yet decided whether it's perfectionistic or anal on my part. Ben yelled at me for wasting time by completely redoing my floor plan last night—probably not an efficiency-boosting decision, to say the least—, but then retracted cause he hadn't written his paper. Hee.

"I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see." So says John Borroughs; to that, I append "all the stuff I want to write on my website." If I weren't in a rush to do this or that all the time, I might have some more interesting fodder, but, alas, 'tis math midterm studying time!