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I am newly married, it's Valentine's Day, and I am stuck at work until 9.

So, of course, this is bad . . .

What's worse: There isn't any *work* to do, really, since there is nobody here, and my other projects require access to items that cannot easily be obtained/brought to the front desk.

What's even worser: My brain is full of thinkings, and it hurts. I sorta want to write them down, but then again I don't. I'm tired, since this afternoon I cleaned the "dormpartment" from top to bottom in anticipation of not being able to do so this weekend (we will be visiting my father, who is in Orlando on business). I don't really feel up to transforming my half-thought thinkings into names, predications, syllogisms, arguments.

Then again, I full well know that all these annoying thoughts will keep rattling around in my head, vaguely relating themselves to one another, until I give them concrete form. I already tried splattering my husband with them this afternoon, thinking that would help, but it didn't. I don't have to be any more specific with my husband than I do with the inside of my own brain - we communicate on intellectual matters almost flawlessly, since in some weird way our minds are exactly similar. I don't even have to finish my sentences and he knows precisely what I mean 99.9999% of the time, and I guess I wouldn't want it to be any other way . . . so my thoughts remain a little nebulous and VERY disorganized.

Paper is the only thing that forces me to employ any kind of formal structure.

So, even if I'm tired, I suppose I can fight the worst of the problems I have right now. The other two annoyances will resolve on their own . . .

. . . in about 37 minutes (WOOT) . . .

(scribble scribble)