I’m pathetically losing steam on the J. front. I couldn’t have done worse these few weeks than if you gave me a master key and absolute get-away-with-it rights. Now, the cusp upon which I balance threatens to send me plunging down, down, down. I made it a cusp where it was once a beautiful exponential function that was differentiable everywhere.
Let’s see if Ennio Morricone can’t help me out…[would Thursday hurry up and come already?]
On a brighter note, the physics midterm wasn’t nearly as bad as I’d expected.
I finished the day by playing pool with Anusha, practicing some basic Wushu in the octagon, and creeping on Anni’s practice time. She played through the Etude in c-sharp minor, op. 10 no. 4; some Prelude and Fugue in d (Bach), and some of a Chopin ballade that I was not familiar with.
WOULD THURSDAY HURRY UP AND COME ALREADY?