I’ve just tried to calculate the number of hours between the present and my last decent sleep, but it’s not happening. =)

Left Huntsvegas around 11:30 last night. Turned back at midnight when I realized I’d left my wallet. Got back on the road again for good around 1:00 a.m. Got to Nashville’s airport around 3:30. Dozed in my truck while listening to late-night sports talk until 4:30, when I got on the shuttle bus [which had just started running] for the terminal. Got to the gate way early, and by the time I got to the plane, I was sleeeeeepy.

I remember passing over the KY-TN state line–but only because where I flew over has the neat TN River conflagration up there. Look on a map if you’re unfamiliar with it. I was next conscious when my ears started popping on the descent, and was aware of my surroundings when the landing gear extended. That has to be the first time I’ve really sacked out on a plane. Guess being an aero eng major makes that easier to do, eh? =)

Ralph got tied up this morning, and I got to wait at the airport for two hours. Was great idle time for the brain. Soooooo much has been happening lately that absorbing it all has become a huge problem. But now I think I can make it happen at my pace, so that’s cool. Looks like we have a fun few days lined up, and Ralph and I are going to lay a lot of groundwork. Ralph is trying to get me to move here; I’m trying to get him to move to Huntspatch. =) We’ll see who wins.

Sinus infections suck.

Well, I’m back above par, I guess. Amazing what saline nose spray, Tylenol, and beer will do for you!

Quiet day today…hopefully a quiet weekend, too. I need it–badly. Probably won’t happen, though. I do have competition for SGA President. Such fun–my fourth (and last) SGA campaign at UAH. Why do we get the results on Friday the 13th? Garh! =)

Well, I’ll have a decent site design this weekend, and then I have to get cracking on the campaign Web site. Until then, probably fewer posts.

Got this from Amy:

WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW?
Bald As I Wanna Be by Tony Kornheiser.

WHAT’S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD?
I have a trackball, weakling.

FAVORITE BOARD GAME?
I don’t play board games.

FAVORITE MAGAZINE?
Offline? Sports Illustrated. Online? TOTK Today. =)

(more…)

Oh, now this is pretty freakin’ hilarious:

www.dancingpaul.com

WARNING: It’s a Flash site, and probably is butt-ugly slow to load on anything other than a high-speed connection. But it’s sure to cause you apoplectic laughter.

No, not a de-luxe apartment in the sky. I’m going to move back on campus into Southeast Campus Housing with Anthony. It’s cheaper, no bothering roommates for bill payments [ahem, Jared still owes me $20], and I’ll have a better feel for what’s going on on campus.

Hell, if we can convince Todd to stick, you know what will happen: GOALIE! Yeah, hockey. Be fun. Ass-crack-of-dawn hockey, baby. Nothin’ like it. Get my sorry butt back into shape, too. Then I can do my Olaf Kolzig impersonations…=)

Back to work, I guess. Actually getting somewhere today, as we’re shipping hardware. I gotta stay loose to pick up slack to get this bloody vacuum hose to the Japanese. Yeah, I’m being hosed by the Japanese. Heh. Heh. Heh.

George Will has a great piece on the First Amendment, skirting McCain-Feingold. When will we get the facts, like spending per capita on campaigns last cycle was about $5? Please. We don’t need less money in politics; we do need better accountability. In principle, I suppport Chuck Hagel’s solution; I haven’t had the opportunity to pore over it as I’d like. Too busy with SGA stuff to look it over. Such is life.

Man, I’m getting the feeling that Victor Frankenstein had when he built his monster. =)

Too bad that I missed out on last night’s frivolity with the Geek Chicks. I awoke this morning to “1 missed call” on my cell phone…from Heather, about 10 p.m. Methinks she might have been calling to get me to go drinking with them. Meanwhile, I was blessedly in the arms of Morpheus…

Well, I’ve sent out this morning’s TOTK Today. Now, to play with Greymatter and get everything tweaked like I like it. Like Amy, I’m going “standards snob” on the base design for IJSM.

Of course, I think I’m going to have to have an entry to explain just what the hell IJSM is all about. Methinks that is going to require consulation with Dad and Doug.