It’s 1:30 pm on a somewhat rainy Sunday afternoon here in Berlin.
I have spent the last few hours working on a computer program to take lots of imaginary electrons in random places and organize them into little not-random bins with their neighbors, so my other program can understand how to add up the potential energy between all of them due to their electric fields. Yes, it’s Sunday, and no there’s no deadline coming up next week. I just can’t stop thinking about it.
My wife is over on the couch with Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, where she has been all morning as if the entire world has come to end except for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I will not allow her to discuss her book with me because, dammit I am about 4,000 pages behind her and don’t want to know everything yet.
Having realized that we are close to setting a new personal worst for dorkiest day ever, I am now going to the gym. Where I will lift heavy things. Where I will make eye contact with no one, being quite sure I will not understand whatever they might say (after living here for one year).
This is my life. It’s fun. No, really!
4 responses so far ↓
c // 11:47 am Monday, 28 January 2008 at 11:47 am
Congratulations on surviving your status as Harry Potter widower! Is it your turn next?
wildgoosechase // 12:34 pm Monday, 28 January 2008 at 12:34 pm
Maybe… but I don’t think I have the patience to race through the books in uninterrupted long sessions. I will stick with 10 pages here and there (on the train, probably).
Super Babe // 2:55 pm Monday, 28 January 2008 at 2:55 pm
Let’s remember that it was because of the “widower” that the books came into the house in the first place… and second, I need to find myself a Harry Potter maniac to talk to… “patience”… it’s not about patience… it’s all, yes, all about LOVE
Oob // 4:42 am Friday, 1 February 2008 at 4:42 am
Put down the laser and electrons.
Pick up Harry Potter and read. Your wife has the right idea.
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