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I'm really very tired. It would be really nice to be able to find a balance, a point where I am actually always doing something that is good for me. I'm not sure such a state is possible, or maybe that's how everyone lives, either option I strain to wrap my head around the fullness of it.
I have to defend a paper tomorrow. It is a paper I don't even really fully understand the gears and levers that make it work, but I understand the thing's purpose, start, and end. The meat of it, which is really the thing I will be talking about the most, is still causing me some grief. Translogorithmic production functions, subinputs, continuous time Divisia analyses, and a whole slew of other concepts I've never ran into before still baffle me.
I don't have anything else to say, other than I'm kinda melancholy. I remember a girl standing at the top of a set of stairs that lead to my front door. I remember her telling me that she might be working everyday, but that she wasn't that busy. I wish I could say the same, now more than ever.
Written On: Home Computer
Currently Listening: Rob Dougan - all the instrumental tracks (Furious Angels full album)
Currently Eating and Sleeping: not enough