It's February 14.

I celebrated waking up this morning by eating a king size Reese's Fast Break, a vending machine bag of Baked Ruffles, and a machine-size can of Pringles. I followed that up after class with two California rolls, a box of Crunch 'n Munch, a whole Chocolate Orange, and some peanuts.

I don't know how that all fit. I also don't know how my weight at the end of last night and my weight at the beginning of tonight were the same. I also don't know how I maintained over 60 rpm for most of my ride tonight without hitting the wall.

The weather seems to have gotten warmer from the icy chill that descended upon us this past week. I never thought the low 40s Fahrenheit would ever feel so damned comfy.

Almost immediately after tonight's gym visit, my sinuses started oozing. Being newly ill might explain the eating binge today. Burning 668 kcal without dying on the bike, after not being able to do the same for about 4 days, cannot be explained away so easily. However, I will use that, and various other circumstances, to explain that I'm not going to present in Senior Design tomorrow.

This is a week of crazy shit getting done. By the end of last Friday, I had been scheduled for an appointment to be fitted for contact lenses—this will happen in March. By the end of Sunday night, I'd ordered a load of groceries to be delivered Thursday, relieving me of a responsibility to deadlift a large cache of food over many city blocks, probably obtaining a nice hernia in the process. By the end of Monday, I had scheduled with a dermatologist on another March date. Not much later, I had a job interview lined up on Friday with a defense agency. I'm very excited about this. It happens to be not quite within reach of my public transportation system, so I finally got to explore what car sharing-based rental was all about. Thus, for the duration of Friday, I have a car.

I closed up Monday's constructivity with a visit to the library at the medical school here—there would be a quiz on reserved readings there the following morning. These readings said interesting things, one of which I may quote later. The girl from the circulation desk who got me the materials happened to leave work just after I left the place. She actually made an effort to catch up with me and talk me up for a minute. This is somewhat unusual behavior from a pretty girl, and I'm not sure whether or not I screwed up the encounter horribly, but I would guess that the next time we meet, if ever, there will actually be some meeting taking place. Perhaps I should think of an excuse to return to the library.

Historically, I would say that in my life I've had much less success with things I have tried to make happen than with things that just happen. I hope I'm not jinxing anything by saying this, but this job interview sort of just came up to me without me really going out of my way at all, and that girl caught up to me instead of the other way around. Perhaps I can expect some interesting results.

The thought crossing my mind right now is that once, a long time ago, I read an article in Electronics Now that described how to create some sort of induction-based combination of electronic components which would act as a resistor with negative resistance. I distinctly recall a diagram. On the left side was an almost unwieldy configuration of interconnected symbols representing the parts involved, in the middle was an equals sign, and on the right was a schematic symbol for a resistor marked negative one kiloohm.

This idea of negative resistance is pretty intriguing to me. Instead of expending great effort for a decent payback, your status or your nature is in a sufficiently high position that someone or something else actually owes you effort.

I'm very tired, so I think I will sleep now.

Happy Valeualuealuealeualentine's Day.