Hey readers..

Yes, I'm trying to delude myself into thinking that there is a plurality to that noun.

Anyway, I just got back from a Physics assessment in Bandar, where they gave us, amongst other things, the task of solving a whodunnit that involved several cans of caviar and a seemingly retarded storekeeper called Mr. Rowe. I had no idea how this involved physics, but I managed to write a whole pageful of bull-crap on the mystery anyway. I hope that I scored some marks by proposing that Mr. Rowe had a very large beard. Never mind if all this confounds you, as there was a nasty integral that would confound you even more (it made me sweat a lot during the test). Sooo, nope...I am not expecting a call-back for this.

Am I upset by this? Maybe a little, but there's so much more going on that I don't think I'll mind in two,three weeks time. BUT I'm a little upset that reading Halliday/Resnick has not yielded any rewards yet, other than intellectual satisfaction. Actually, satisfying my curiosity is the only thing I care about, and therefore my happiness trumps my disappointment.

So, in the end, this has all really been an oddly wonderful Valentine's Day. :P