in some tiny Hell

It seems like all that I do is move stuff from one apartment to another. I feel out of place and disoriented because very little seems to fit or make sense. All my plans are tentative and feel a bit crazy. I have deadlines and committments to meet and I'm doing everything but trying to meet them. Life feels rushed but yet I'm bored; I have all this time I don't know how to fill.

Fabrizio is also in a funk. In an attempt to counteract our existential malaise, we've pledged one nonstop week of math starting tomorrow. No TV, movies, books, girls, parties, or goofing off for seven days in a concerted effort to accomplish something significant. Wish us luck.

I have to wake up early and go to the topology conference. That's all for now.