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So it’s getting late here, and I’ve been enjoying a delightful mix of Blackwood’s Vintage Dry Gin with San Pellegrino Mandarino, and it’s doing the trick. I’m in the state where if I had anything interesting to do, it would potentially be a lot more fun, at the expense of me not remembering so much of it. I can’t really say I have a whole lot up my sleeve at this hour, but at least by writing there will be some record of how nice things feel right at this moment.

The problem with being coy and relatively anonymous is that when I have potential content I have to consider if sharing it will convey too much information as to who I am. As I think I said somewhere, it’s not as though anyone other than a small handful of people on the planet know me anyway, but at the same time those are the people about whose opinions I actually care. And I’m feeling really insecure about using “whose” as opposed to “who’s”. (Just looked it up and I hope I’m OK.)

Anyway, it’s time to let loose a nugget and admit I’m a student. It’s a bit of a red herring in that I’m not of typical student age, but I’ve said too much already, or at least for now. So this is pertinent in that today we had group projects due for presentation. This semester all the big work is project based and done in groups. My group presented, and I thought it went really well. The other three groups ranged from minor to serious train wrecks. I had a hard time watching some of their presentations, in that they were just complete misfires. By some happy fluke, my group presented first, and frankly we were spot on. There certainly was room for improvement, but we delivered and the guests who were present as our audience were very happy.

So, what has me blogging at the moment is that the instructors decided that instead of grading us today, everyone gets another week to sort out their projects. That’s fine. Our group can use some of the week to make changes, though generally we were in good shape. But really, I’m feeling somewhat ripped off. (I really did try to think of a way to avoid a dangling preposition, but couldn’t come up with one.) Our stuff worked, everyone else fell over, and I’d prefer to run away with a great grade while everyone else gets dinged. And we’d be on to another project/group, which can be a good thing. But no, we keep our groups another week, we keep our projects another week, and we polish what’s already a great project. I think I’ll be sleeping late and thinking about my other classes this week.

And hey, Google has finally noticed that there is a blog here, which I’m thinking is a good thing. I don’t really know why I want people to read this, but I do. It’s a weird selfish thing - this site is all about me, but I want other people to see it and to comment on it.

Speaking of which, one of the comments from a drunk was that he/she hoped for more interesting content for drunks when he/she arrived. While I understand, this site isn’t really about drunks in general so much as it’s about giving me a place to post when I’m drunk. I think drunk people should have interesting and entertaining places to go, but this little corner of the world is all about me.

I think I’ll end now as I’m listening to “This Monkey’s Gone To Heaven” by The Pixies and it’s perfect. (Note to self - more songs are perfect while drunk.) Take care.

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