It just sucks. It's long, hard, and tedious. And it's all graph theory. And my head is fuzzy- not like when I shaved it - like when I'm drunk. But not on alcohol - math. This is pure, 198 proof math. Somewhere in the world, there is a Mathematics still, and it's churning just for me - and all of my fellow Combinatorics students, I suppose.
Progress on the dance front is going full steam. The theme is "Robots, Sex, and Death" - and I'm death. "Would you like a sugar cookie? I made them myself . . ."
There's a rusted halo on my head
It must have been something that I said
This is the dawn of my betrayal
This is the final broken nail
Fill this hole
Suck this soul
I am the thing that I can't control
--- Flesh, KMFDM