i find that when i have one beer, i tend to want two. one glass of wine turns into two. it seems i have little self control when it comes to drinking. back in college it was much worse, so i must be making progress. whether that progress is due to my body’s natural lower tolerance or my own volition, i imagine it is a combination of both. i need to keep a closer eye on myself.

my professor decided not to give us any written assignment this week, just an exercise in prolog. although that will be challenging, i am much better at exercises where i can “generate & test.” otherwise known as solving by trial and error. it is both a lack of experience and impatience, i think. tomorrow a few guys from work might come over to watch game 3 of the world series. i bought some beer, just in case. on Wednesday i’m going to a UW recruiting event with Isilon. we’re looking for smart youngsters who wanna kick some bootie. in a similar note, i really hope Zack finds a good job.

i’m finding that my AI homework is a lot more difficult than i expected. it really reminds me how weak my brain has become from lack of exercise. i’m also very undisciplined, but ignoring that, i worked for several hours on one problem. i spent a long time perfecting a solution when i realized i had started with an incorrect premise. i went to go to sleep and then it dawned on me and i stayed up another 45 minutes to write down the correct starting condition. now i have to solve the problem all over again, but i think it will be correct this time. i still have three more to go after this one!

plagued by another night of restless sleep. i don’t recall it taking long to get to sleep, but for some reason i woke up around 3. i let Bailey in and couldn’t go back to sleep for quite a while. eventually, the sandman came but his potion was weak; i had a strange restless dream until my alarm clock brought me out of it. right now, i can’t think of anything worse than being woken up by an alarm clock. how unnatural!

i often make mental diary entries but either don’t remember to write it down or can’t recall what it is i thought of. this morning i woke up on the wrong side of the bed. i’m not sure exactly how that is possible, considering that the bed is bordered by a wall, but perhaps it was secretly rotated while i slept. or didn’t sleep. i went to bed pretty early last night because i was pooped from having three beers and eating pizza while watching the ALCS game 1. my co-worker Greg came over and that was cool. as is typical with me, though, i began to castigate myself for not doing my homework or studying japanese. i tried the former but started to doze off on the couch. i didn’t sleep real well, and it feels like i haven’t had a good night’s sleep in a long time. i know this is true because i’ve been tracking in my sleep database how often i sleep through the night, and the last time was in july. not to mention that there are only 9 solid nights out of 305. a lot of that is Bailey; part of me is aware that she is outside and wakes me up so that i’ll let her in. this happens at least once, maybe twice. the other problem is likely my bed, which i can’t seem to get comfortable on. i want Eriko to help pick out out a bed so i’ve refrained but i might have to start sleeping on the floor until then. when i finally wake up, feeling unrefreshed, i check my email from work and find more bugs. this time in the cycle there is a lot of pressure, as we have a specific date to hit and each problem is an obstacle that must be overcome quickly. as a lead i can’t help but feel “more” pressure but it is probably all the same. i’m missing Eriko as well. i’ve come to realize that she seems to miss me as soon as i leave and then recovers, while i miss her gradually and my longing peaks a few months after i’ve seen her. i’m not excited to leave home tonight; it is a morning where i wish i could just crawl into a hole and hibernate.