ssstttttrrressss.

Mmm. Love this time of the semester. Hopped up on more caffeine than my body/mind ("being") wants to deal with, teetering on that legendary edge, pulling all stops to make some sense of all the reading I've absorbed (or tried to) during the last 4 months. These are the times when life seems surreal.

No word on the game engine. This renders one class as a near bust. Near. I've been working on a "non-working prototype" (aka "Vision" in Keynote form. Probably won't arrive by tomorrow 4pm. Maybe sometime before summer? Maybe.

My embodiment reading presentation is well underway, although I still don't feel like I have a handle on it. I've been processing and reprocessing in order to come up with something coherent and convincing. It's at 54 slides right now. How to beat it down to 15 minutes? Dunno. Have until Wednesday a.m.

And then there's "real life" -- that sweet sweet nectar that drips down onto my forehead, incessantly. One drop at a time. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. If I weren't such a masochist, it might be maddening. Or maybe, if I weren't already crazy, it might be maddening. Whatever. It's tediously thrilling, life.

Can I offer any intelligent thought in this post? In this state? Hmm. lemme think...

nope. not right now. sorry.