up all night

I'm going to bed. But first I want to express that I am a silly girl because I have been up reading amateur fiction and trying to make a database thing. I have had no education whatever in making database things.

I'm not even sure it is the tool I want. I want to follow up on some impressions I have about what sorts of amateur fiction writers write what sorts of elements into their stories. So I want to do what amounts to simple regressions, which I learned how to do and forgot how to do before there was such a thing as a computer on every desk. My statistics textbook is at least eight feet above my head and I do not care enough to climb up there.

On another front, I did write a little. And it's going better, maybe.

And on still another front, Frank tells me they have balls, in which the professors march in while a band plays music, and then professional dancers demonstrate waltzes and foxtrots and tangos, and then they have three dance floors with different live and recorded music and people do the macarena and stuff. He wore his brown suit and was underdressed, but so were some of the others.

He had a ball. I couldn't resist saying that.

something that shouldn't taste good

Maybe I've become warped. This was my breakfast: a bowl of cut cabbage with extra sharp cheddar cheese on it and miso dressing.

I want to make some more right now.