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I feel I ought to post some stuff. I meant to get into the lab early this morning and get busy sorting out my ECAD labs, but I appear to have lost my getting-into-the-lab card, and I haven't diaried for ages and am going to regret it if I don't.
Yesterday I felt that I was a complete faliure, even though I actually did everything I needed to do. I went to all my lectures in the morning, wrote over 2k words for NaNo (in the missing lecture slot because one of our lecturers was in Japan), got the supervision work done that I needed to finish (Logic and Proof, which I hate lots at the moment because the exam questions specify methods which are really difficult and irritating when there are other methods we've been taught which are much easier and work better), got medicine and bread and fruit, and even attended some of Enemy. I'm not sure I ought to keep going to Enemy, because I'm not desperately interested in it and I keep getting tired and fractious before it's done, which distracts![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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passage showed up at my door with a Yes Minister DVD mid-afternoon, slightly too late for sketch-writing. The food that was left in Hall at 6:50pm (when I got back from town) was really quite pitiful, to the extent that I got food from the salad section instead of from the main courses section. This confused the lady on the till, who rang it up as an extra vegetable portion. I thought about calling her on it, on the grounds of being honest and paying the right price, but didn't. I felt rather faliure-ish because I probably should have gone into town at 1pm instead so I could have got nice fruit from the market; also if I'd done something after lectures I might not have read most of http://aliendice.com/ instead of working.
On Tuesday I did basically what I'm doing today - spent the morning spodding. Eventually I started doing the supervision work I needed to get done. I didn't get out of my room until about 4:30pm, when I decided I really needed to go and find some medicine, and ask doctors about this MMR thing. (The university is insisting everyone gets a second MMR jab to deal with mumps. My mother has been worrying that it might make my Asperger's Syndrome worse, because of the whole link-with-autism thing, but as far as I could work out in the original fracas, it was about the brain's development being changed, and my brain has already done the development thing.) By the time they'd finished faffing with records it was already 5pm, raining heavily, and I couldn't remember if the pharmacies in town closed at 5:30pm (which I probably wouldn't make) or 6pm, so I gave up and went home.
I'd looked in my pidgeonhole for the promised Yes Minister DVD so I could write a sketch for Ark, but it wasn't there, which also contributed to me coming home instead of going to Oblivion where I could guarantee to be able to play it. So I wandered around handing in forms and cheques, then wrote the sketch without ever having seen any Yes Minister, and sent it off. By that time it was getting a bit late for getting food, but I'd lost my food-getting card on Monday, by leaving it on my tray. A quick search didn't reveal it so I went to Hall and signed the List Of Stupid People, paying 50p more for my rather uninspiring food (although it was actually rather nice and didn't kill me, which was helpful).
Met Requiem in Hall; he'd just woken up, and looked like he shouldn't have bothered. Said I was planning to go to the one-off he was running. Did so; attendees were just me and one American visitor to Cambridge. It was really quite entertaining anyway; I chose the one character with no combat skills whatsoever, but five points in 'having been a member of the Assassins Guild' - the characters were all Part II Cambridge students. The other guy chose the rugby player and decided he was in an action movie, or at least a computer game like Fallout 2. So I sat around and took notes while he went and beat people up, and occasionally heroically saved the day. Eventually he had to run off, but meanwhile Nicholas had shown up, and taken the actual combat character, the OTC / boatie type. We secured the centre of the city, and Requiem decided that the setting was really quite nifty and he would have to run a campaign. The only time that was mutually compatable was 'After Cell on Thursdays', so I have no idea how that will turn out, but it is a really nifty setting and reminded me why I like roleplaying.
I was slightly late to lectures on Monday, but only by about ten minutes or so. I knew I had two supervisions in the afternoon which I hadn't done any work for, so in the missing lecture slot (Concurrent Systems and Applications lecturer in Japan) I went up to the labs. I'd forgotten my card, but there were lots of people heading that way so I just walked in with a whole group of them. When I got to a computer, though, there was an email from one of the supervisors saying that they'd cancelled the supervision because neither of us had handed in any work, and I couldn't really do the other supervision work because I needed the notes which he still hasn't put up on the website.
After lectures I headed straight home and did some of the work for the second supervision, discovering that I'd lost lectures 7 and 8 's notes. (Concurrent Systems and Applications - I could do with copies if anyone has them, as the lecturer seems to not be putting notes online.) So I couldn't do half of the exercises, because I didn't know what they were - they were just set by number off the lecture notes. I did the half I could do, probably interspersed with quite a lot of spod - I forget.
I didn't bother printing off or emailing or taking with me the work I'd done; the other two had done all the work, but didn't understand it, whereas I hadn't handed anything in but understood everything we were covering, and indeed ended up explaining it to the other two supervisees on the way out, which made me feel a lot better about myself.
I got to Hall at about five to six, at which point the queue was already halfway down the hall; this is probably because catering seem to not be providing enough food for people to get there late. Matthew joined me and grumbled in a fairly traditional fashion about how people jump queues and generally how he doesn't like to have to wait in line. Soon enough we got food; I wavered a bit on what food to get, but eventually I did pick up one of the curries, because they smelt quite nice and everything else looked like it had something in which would kill me. It was quite nice - well, basically devoid of flavour, which is useful because it meant it was devoid of hot things, and did have nice chunks of meat in - and didn't kill me, which was friendly of it.
After Hall I had to run off to get ready for Ark; I discovered I had less card in my pocket than I was expecting whilst walking out of Hall, but I was on autopilot for getting to Ark and hence didn't think of going back and trying to retrieve the card there and then. I assumed I'd left it on my tray and that tomorrow I could go to the porters to retrieve it, probably only with mild sarcasm occurring. Went to Ark, in which we discussed economic theory and outlined a sketch for SPEAK, and played 'In The Manner Of The Word' with a very tired Neil trying to guess the word 'artistically'. We got a new girl come along, unfortunately in the middle of the economic theory discussion, and she left before we could get on to playing drama games.
I'd told Nicholas he might like to show up at Ark given he hadn't got anything else to do, and thought that I must phone him when Ark finished, but when Ark did finish and I got a lift back to my room, I'd totally forgotten to ring him. So about fifteen minutes later he rang me, saying he was outside Pembroke and it was all locked up. Doh.
Sunday morning, there was church, except actually there was mostly digging a garden, because it was a community action day, where we mostly go and do gardening for old ladies in Kings Hedges. So we did gardening for a nice old lady who kept trying to ply us with cups of tea. Much digging up of weeds and digging over of empty flower beds. Also found the epicentre of the Great Kings Hedges Bindweed Plant - we're convinced there's just one bindweed plant under the whole estate - between the next door neighbour's garage and fence and the old lady's fence was a vast bush made up entirely of bindweed. It was quite a terrifying thing to behold. We think it might have some vast, slow, malicious plant intelligence, with all of the biomass it commands.
We'd finished by about 2:30pm, so we went back to Daily Bread (I was driving around in my poor beat-up car, which still really needs some petrol in it). One new party was sent out but nobody seemed to be organising anything and Nicholas wanted to go home for some lunch, so I drove off to Oblivion. After entirely screwing up parking by being indecisive as to whether to block the road or the pavement, I remembered that I hadn't actually eaten the lunch I packed either. Most of last night's party was still at Oblivion - well, Edith, Naath and Koryne were, anyway - so I sat around talking for a while. Nicholas did a pretty good impression of storming off after people mocked him, so I went up to see that he was okay - he was, he just wanted to get away from people and read - and then I went home on account of having stuff to do.
Then I sat and spodded for four hours straight. I'd meant to go to the CUSFS games evening and give people's books back, but missed it entirely. After four hours I noticed the time and vaguely attempted to unspod, but failed. Talked to people over AIM a lot, which was actually good as at least one person wanted picking up and putting back together. Eventually it was about midnight so I thought I'd better go to sleep.
Saturday, I had a list of things to do. None of them were actually as important as I'd thought. I'm assuming I did other things instead, but I can't remember any of those other things. I think I went into town and got some fresh figs from the market, and another lever arch file for the notes that wouldn't fit in the first one (yes, I've filled an entire file in less than a term). I am reasonably sure that I didn't do any work at all.
We met Tom and Naath in town and so decided to go and eat nice toad in the hole at Oblivion in the evening. It turns out that there was a party I was planning to have something to do with (something about SGO-related housewarmings), but Oblivion had nice food and an Edith; and a Koryne, and for the dessert course also a Requiem. Then everyone disbanded to the Carlton. This would have been fine except the non-smoking bar had been eaten by a private party. So Nicholas and I went home. There was reading of Exalted caste books and spodding, and then I decided that I was tired and wanted to go home, so I hassled my poor boy around to get him out of his own house, and then sent him away again halfway down Churchill towards my room.
On Friday, I don't think I was too late to lectures, if indeed I was late at all. There were lectures. Then I realised that I'd forgotten my ECAD notes and my getting-into-lab card, so I had to go home to retrieve them between the 1pm end of lectures and the 2pm start of labs. Then I had a happy fun disasterous time in my ECAD lab which led me to actually cry at a demonstrator, because I was meant to have finished Lab 4 and I still couldn't get Lab 3 working. I also burnt my finger on the IR detector. The nice demonstrator who I cried at and who is the head of class took me through several things I'd got wrong and made my lab almost work (unlike the two other demonstrators I've talked to, one who really didn't know what he was talking about and told me exactly the wrong thing, and the other who knew the 'right answer' and wasn't going to even look at my way of doing things, which upset me because it meant to make any progress I had to scrap a lot of work), but then he had to go away because he'd promised to take his daughter to see the fireworks.
Walked home feeling like rubbish, because I couldn't do ECAD labs and I'd possibly made this nice person late for something he'd promised his daughter, and hence obviously was a complete waste of oxygen. Alternately spodded and wept for a bit, until Nicholas showed up. His sister's 21st birthday party was happening in Fulbourne, and I'd said that I'd drive him there, so I did. It was a bit unnerving at first as there were lots of people I didn't know, but it turned out that they were lots of nice people I didn't know, and some of them were even interesting too. There was fire-hula-hooping and discussion of blowing things up. There was also garlic bread 'pizza' and cheeeese and mushrooms. And nice crisps. Eventually I got tired and decided we should leave reasonably early, but Nicholas didn't seem too unhappy about this as most people had de-camped to the swimming pool anyway. Went down to the pool to say goodbye to his sister, who was busy being acrobatic (most of the people there were from some acrobatics thing) so we watched her being dropped in the water a few times and then got to say goodbye and run away.
It appears that last Thursday I also intended to go into the labs and deal with ECAD pracs a bit. I remember that I got into the labs and did some hacking but all of the boards were marked 'please do not touch' with a name beside them. Some other people from my year - including the guy who doesn't really look likefhtagn except for having long wavy hair but reminds me of him anyway - were there too, and said guy did manage to find a board without a piece of paper from somewhere, although he probably just took a piece of paper out. But I was doing my 'I am small and useless and too embarrassed to do anything which might draw any attention to myelf' act, so I just crept away into the night. I was even too scared to go into the dark IoA grounds to get through my normal route so had to walk along Madingley Road instead.
Actually made it to Cell, which was not bad, except we didn't write down the question we had about some verse or other and hence forgot it, which was irritating when we saw Esther on Sunday who probably could have answered it if we'd remembered. Discovered that while there are plenty of ways to rationalise and explain the start of Romans 13 it still looks like something the authorities put in later, and I can see how it would foster cynicism towards Christianity and make it seem like a religion created to oppress the masses. So it confused me a bit; to the point I wasn't sure about writing that it did, but I feel I ought to be honest anyway.
We did a 'worship' bit which was fairly traditional person-with-guitar-leads-songs even though we'd just spent most of the time saying that wasn't really what worship was about. I thought a couple of things - mostly the one I can remember is perhaps we should be looking out for what we worship instead of God - so I said them, which I was congratulated for afterwards. It was the kind of thing that would be easy to claim as from God, and easy to claim as from some great insight. I think mostly I'm just fairly good at synthesising - at bringing ideas together to their logical conclusions. That bears out in what I'm good at academically as well. I'm not sure what kind of job actually uses that, though; it seems to only be useful in combination with other things at which I'm generally mediocre.
There were a couple of fire alarms during Cell; we didn't bother going out during the second one, which lasted hardly any time at all. There were also cookies. I like cookies. Matthew ate about half a box of cookies. I probably need to get out of the habit of worrying about what he eats for him, given he doesn't appear to care any more and it just wears me down.
It looks like I have an entry for Wednesday, so that's all the catching up done. Phew!
My post on Monday was because I really did feel quite depressed most of the weekend, not sure why; then on Monday I just felt happy again for no apparent reason. I don't like this mood swings business. Especially as I'm now due to get depressed over being way behind on ECAD labs, although at least now I don't get depressed about not having written anything about the last week or so.
Yesterday I felt that I was a complete faliure, even though I actually did everything I needed to do. I went to all my lectures in the morning, wrote over 2k words for NaNo (in the missing lecture slot because one of our lecturers was in Japan), got the supervision work done that I needed to finish (Logic and Proof, which I hate lots at the moment because the exam questions specify methods which are really difficult and irritating when there are other methods we've been taught which are much easier and work better), got medicine and bread and fruit, and even attended some of Enemy. I'm not sure I ought to keep going to Enemy, because I'm not desperately interested in it and I keep getting tired and fractious before it's done, which distracts
tienelle who actually enjoys the game. passage showed up at my door with a Yes Minister DVD mid-afternoon, slightly too late for sketch-writing. The food that was left in Hall at 6:50pm (when I got back from town) was really quite pitiful, to the extent that I got food from the salad section instead of from the main courses section. This confused the lady on the till, who rang it up as an extra vegetable portion. I thought about calling her on it, on the grounds of being honest and paying the right price, but didn't. I felt rather faliure-ish because I probably should have gone into town at 1pm instead so I could have got nice fruit from the market; also if I'd done something after lectures I might not have read most of http://aliendice.com/ instead of working.On Tuesday I did basically what I'm doing today - spent the morning spodding. Eventually I started doing the supervision work I needed to get done. I didn't get out of my room until about 4:30pm, when I decided I really needed to go and find some medicine, and ask doctors about this MMR thing. (The university is insisting everyone gets a second MMR jab to deal with mumps. My mother has been worrying that it might make my Asperger's Syndrome worse, because of the whole link-with-autism thing, but as far as I could work out in the original fracas, it was about the brain's development being changed, and my brain has already done the development thing.) By the time they'd finished faffing with records it was already 5pm, raining heavily, and I couldn't remember if the pharmacies in town closed at 5:30pm (which I probably wouldn't make) or 6pm, so I gave up and went home.
I'd looked in my pidgeonhole for the promised Yes Minister DVD so I could write a sketch for Ark, but it wasn't there, which also contributed to me coming home instead of going to Oblivion where I could guarantee to be able to play it. So I wandered around handing in forms and cheques, then wrote the sketch without ever having seen any Yes Minister, and sent it off. By that time it was getting a bit late for getting food, but I'd lost my food-getting card on Monday, by leaving it on my tray. A quick search didn't reveal it so I went to Hall and signed the List Of Stupid People, paying 50p more for my rather uninspiring food (although it was actually rather nice and didn't kill me, which was helpful).
Met Requiem in Hall; he'd just woken up, and looked like he shouldn't have bothered. Said I was planning to go to the one-off he was running. Did so; attendees were just me and one American visitor to Cambridge. It was really quite entertaining anyway; I chose the one character with no combat skills whatsoever, but five points in 'having been a member of the Assassins Guild' - the characters were all Part II Cambridge students. The other guy chose the rugby player and decided he was in an action movie, or at least a computer game like Fallout 2. So I sat around and took notes while he went and beat people up, and occasionally heroically saved the day. Eventually he had to run off, but meanwhile Nicholas had shown up, and taken the actual combat character, the OTC / boatie type. We secured the centre of the city, and Requiem decided that the setting was really quite nifty and he would have to run a campaign. The only time that was mutually compatable was 'After Cell on Thursdays', so I have no idea how that will turn out, but it is a really nifty setting and reminded me why I like roleplaying.
I was slightly late to lectures on Monday, but only by about ten minutes or so. I knew I had two supervisions in the afternoon which I hadn't done any work for, so in the missing lecture slot (Concurrent Systems and Applications lecturer in Japan) I went up to the labs. I'd forgotten my card, but there were lots of people heading that way so I just walked in with a whole group of them. When I got to a computer, though, there was an email from one of the supervisors saying that they'd cancelled the supervision because neither of us had handed in any work, and I couldn't really do the other supervision work because I needed the notes which he still hasn't put up on the website.
After lectures I headed straight home and did some of the work for the second supervision, discovering that I'd lost lectures 7 and 8 's notes. (Concurrent Systems and Applications - I could do with copies if anyone has them, as the lecturer seems to not be putting notes online.) So I couldn't do half of the exercises, because I didn't know what they were - they were just set by number off the lecture notes. I did the half I could do, probably interspersed with quite a lot of spod - I forget.
I didn't bother printing off or emailing or taking with me the work I'd done; the other two had done all the work, but didn't understand it, whereas I hadn't handed anything in but understood everything we were covering, and indeed ended up explaining it to the other two supervisees on the way out, which made me feel a lot better about myself.
I got to Hall at about five to six, at which point the queue was already halfway down the hall; this is probably because catering seem to not be providing enough food for people to get there late. Matthew joined me and grumbled in a fairly traditional fashion about how people jump queues and generally how he doesn't like to have to wait in line. Soon enough we got food; I wavered a bit on what food to get, but eventually I did pick up one of the curries, because they smelt quite nice and everything else looked like it had something in which would kill me. It was quite nice - well, basically devoid of flavour, which is useful because it meant it was devoid of hot things, and did have nice chunks of meat in - and didn't kill me, which was friendly of it.
After Hall I had to run off to get ready for Ark; I discovered I had less card in my pocket than I was expecting whilst walking out of Hall, but I was on autopilot for getting to Ark and hence didn't think of going back and trying to retrieve the card there and then. I assumed I'd left it on my tray and that tomorrow I could go to the porters to retrieve it, probably only with mild sarcasm occurring. Went to Ark, in which we discussed economic theory and outlined a sketch for SPEAK, and played 'In The Manner Of The Word' with a very tired Neil trying to guess the word 'artistically'. We got a new girl come along, unfortunately in the middle of the economic theory discussion, and she left before we could get on to playing drama games.
I'd told Nicholas he might like to show up at Ark given he hadn't got anything else to do, and thought that I must phone him when Ark finished, but when Ark did finish and I got a lift back to my room, I'd totally forgotten to ring him. So about fifteen minutes later he rang me, saying he was outside Pembroke and it was all locked up. Doh.
Sunday morning, there was church, except actually there was mostly digging a garden, because it was a community action day, where we mostly go and do gardening for old ladies in Kings Hedges. So we did gardening for a nice old lady who kept trying to ply us with cups of tea. Much digging up of weeds and digging over of empty flower beds. Also found the epicentre of the Great Kings Hedges Bindweed Plant - we're convinced there's just one bindweed plant under the whole estate - between the next door neighbour's garage and fence and the old lady's fence was a vast bush made up entirely of bindweed. It was quite a terrifying thing to behold. We think it might have some vast, slow, malicious plant intelligence, with all of the biomass it commands.
We'd finished by about 2:30pm, so we went back to Daily Bread (I was driving around in my poor beat-up car, which still really needs some petrol in it). One new party was sent out but nobody seemed to be organising anything and Nicholas wanted to go home for some lunch, so I drove off to Oblivion. After entirely screwing up parking by being indecisive as to whether to block the road or the pavement, I remembered that I hadn't actually eaten the lunch I packed either. Most of last night's party was still at Oblivion - well, Edith, Naath and Koryne were, anyway - so I sat around talking for a while. Nicholas did a pretty good impression of storming off after people mocked him, so I went up to see that he was okay - he was, he just wanted to get away from people and read - and then I went home on account of having stuff to do.
Then I sat and spodded for four hours straight. I'd meant to go to the CUSFS games evening and give people's books back, but missed it entirely. After four hours I noticed the time and vaguely attempted to unspod, but failed. Talked to people over AIM a lot, which was actually good as at least one person wanted picking up and putting back together. Eventually it was about midnight so I thought I'd better go to sleep.
Saturday, I had a list of things to do. None of them were actually as important as I'd thought. I'm assuming I did other things instead, but I can't remember any of those other things. I think I went into town and got some fresh figs from the market, and another lever arch file for the notes that wouldn't fit in the first one (yes, I've filled an entire file in less than a term). I am reasonably sure that I didn't do any work at all.
We met Tom and Naath in town and so decided to go and eat nice toad in the hole at Oblivion in the evening. It turns out that there was a party I was planning to have something to do with (something about SGO-related housewarmings), but Oblivion had nice food and an Edith; and a Koryne, and for the dessert course also a Requiem. Then everyone disbanded to the Carlton. This would have been fine except the non-smoking bar had been eaten by a private party. So Nicholas and I went home. There was reading of Exalted caste books and spodding, and then I decided that I was tired and wanted to go home, so I hassled my poor boy around to get him out of his own house, and then sent him away again halfway down Churchill towards my room.
On Friday, I don't think I was too late to lectures, if indeed I was late at all. There were lectures. Then I realised that I'd forgotten my ECAD notes and my getting-into-lab card, so I had to go home to retrieve them between the 1pm end of lectures and the 2pm start of labs. Then I had a happy fun disasterous time in my ECAD lab which led me to actually cry at a demonstrator, because I was meant to have finished Lab 4 and I still couldn't get Lab 3 working. I also burnt my finger on the IR detector. The nice demonstrator who I cried at and who is the head of class took me through several things I'd got wrong and made my lab almost work (unlike the two other demonstrators I've talked to, one who really didn't know what he was talking about and told me exactly the wrong thing, and the other who knew the 'right answer' and wasn't going to even look at my way of doing things, which upset me because it meant to make any progress I had to scrap a lot of work), but then he had to go away because he'd promised to take his daughter to see the fireworks.
Walked home feeling like rubbish, because I couldn't do ECAD labs and I'd possibly made this nice person late for something he'd promised his daughter, and hence obviously was a complete waste of oxygen. Alternately spodded and wept for a bit, until Nicholas showed up. His sister's 21st birthday party was happening in Fulbourne, and I'd said that I'd drive him there, so I did. It was a bit unnerving at first as there were lots of people I didn't know, but it turned out that they were lots of nice people I didn't know, and some of them were even interesting too. There was fire-hula-hooping and discussion of blowing things up. There was also garlic bread 'pizza' and cheeeese and mushrooms. And nice crisps. Eventually I got tired and decided we should leave reasonably early, but Nicholas didn't seem too unhappy about this as most people had de-camped to the swimming pool anyway. Went down to the pool to say goodbye to his sister, who was busy being acrobatic (most of the people there were from some acrobatics thing) so we watched her being dropped in the water a few times and then got to say goodbye and run away.
It appears that last Thursday I also intended to go into the labs and deal with ECAD pracs a bit. I remember that I got into the labs and did some hacking but all of the boards were marked 'please do not touch' with a name beside them. Some other people from my year - including the guy who doesn't really look like
fhtagn except for having long wavy hair but reminds me of him anyway - were there too, and said guy did manage to find a board without a piece of paper from somewhere, although he probably just took a piece of paper out. But I was doing my 'I am small and useless and too embarrassed to do anything which might draw any attention to myelf' act, so I just crept away into the night. I was even too scared to go into the dark IoA grounds to get through my normal route so had to walk along Madingley Road instead.Actually made it to Cell, which was not bad, except we didn't write down the question we had about some verse or other and hence forgot it, which was irritating when we saw Esther on Sunday who probably could have answered it if we'd remembered. Discovered that while there are plenty of ways to rationalise and explain the start of Romans 13 it still looks like something the authorities put in later, and I can see how it would foster cynicism towards Christianity and make it seem like a religion created to oppress the masses. So it confused me a bit; to the point I wasn't sure about writing that it did, but I feel I ought to be honest anyway.
We did a 'worship' bit which was fairly traditional person-with-guitar-leads-songs even though we'd just spent most of the time saying that wasn't really what worship was about. I thought a couple of things - mostly the one I can remember is perhaps we should be looking out for what we worship instead of God - so I said them, which I was congratulated for afterwards. It was the kind of thing that would be easy to claim as from God, and easy to claim as from some great insight. I think mostly I'm just fairly good at synthesising - at bringing ideas together to their logical conclusions. That bears out in what I'm good at academically as well. I'm not sure what kind of job actually uses that, though; it seems to only be useful in combination with other things at which I'm generally mediocre.
There were a couple of fire alarms during Cell; we didn't bother going out during the second one, which lasted hardly any time at all. There were also cookies. I like cookies. Matthew ate about half a box of cookies. I probably need to get out of the habit of worrying about what he eats for him, given he doesn't appear to care any more and it just wears me down.
It looks like I have an entry for Wednesday, so that's all the catching up done. Phew!
My post on Monday was because I really did feel quite depressed most of the weekend, not sure why; then on Monday I just felt happy again for no apparent reason. I don't like this mood swings business. Especially as I'm now due to get depressed over being way behind on ECAD labs, although at least now I don't get depressed about not having written anything about the last week or so.
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Date: 2004-11-11 01:17 pm (UTC)From:(no subject)
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Date: 2004-11-11 06:48 pm (UTC)From:Tick 3 is probably about the hardest of all the ticks. If you can, download Quartus Web Edition and work on it (as simulation) at home.
Tick 5 is really easy - literally four lines of ARM code to read a value from the serial port and write it into memory.
Tick 4 is the biggest software task and seems to cause a bit of trouble but it's just prime-finding code and so can be thought through well in advance.
Good luck!
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Date: 2004-11-16 09:09 pm (UTC)From: