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I spent most of the evening relaxing with friends and whisky (a friend?) after I got home from work & homework.

Twice this evening I have heard the front door open. Either that means the wind blew it open or someone tried to walk in. If someone tried to come in, I credit Caitlin's gift to me for deterring them from robbing me. I have the life-size tinfoil man sitting nonchalantly in a chair, legs crossed, hands folded, in full view when one walks in. It is still disconcerting to me each morning when I come down the stairs, so I can only assume it is more so to someone who doesn't understand.

I wrote almost everyone I know fantastically drunk emails this past hour but saved them rather than sent them, to preserve the indignity and to reinforce how stupid such an act is for my future self. Additionally, this post is wildly drunken.

Robertson blackmailed me/bribed me into joining his combinatorics 870 class. I wanted to get another speaker for our seminar and he intimated it could be arranged: 'but oh, by the way, why aren't you taking my 870 class? Let's talk about it after our class tomorrow. See you then.' That sly bastard.

Anyway, I'm not waiting up anymore. G'night.