I wish I had more time to write.

Actually, I wish I had more time to write research papers and my dissertation. (Yesterday I was asked whether I had backups of my dissertation, and backups of the backups. My dissertation is three and a half pages long. I'm not very worried about losing them.)

Come to think of it, I wish I had more time to do basic things like, oh, I don't know, eating lunch. Or sleeping. Come to think of it, going to the bathroom whenever I feel like it would be a great improvement.

So, yeah, research.

And organizing a dance mixer.

And putting a swing dance club together.

Talking about putting things together, did you ever put a portable Marley floor together? Just think about 40 tiles of 2.5 foot by 2.5 foot, each of which weighing about 3 pounds. And having to lay them carefully next to each other and velcro them all together once you've carried them. And moved the tables and chair against the wall.

I solemnly announced it to my fellow swing dancers and will repeat here: never again.

Although it was worth it.

Except for the part towards the end of the evening when the elements started coming seriously apart and I tripped over. Don't trip while doing cross kicks, because your partner doesn't have a hold on you is all what I'm saying.

Anyway, great things happening.

I might even make it to the end of the week without strangling anybody. But more because I'll be too tired for it than because they won't deserve it.