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Time to buy beer again. This week I've had every anxiety dream I've ever had, except the one I used to have as a teenager about falling off a bridge in a car. (At least, having exhausted them, I dreamed last night about a family party involving live squid. Don't ask me where I got that from.)

I discovered yesterday that the version of MultiTerm I did all that work with last spring doesn't exist any more, and the new version looks nothing like the old one. I did finally figure out how to set it up so I got the term, definition, context and source all in the right places, but I still don't know how, or if, I can do some of the neat stuff I could do with the previous version. Sometimes I think progress is overrated.

Speaking of progress, I went bouldering last night. The KSU climbing wall is more like actual rock than anyplace else I've been climbing indoors. Of course, being artificial rock, it's not as hard and not as cold as the real stuff. They really need to put up some decent top-roping routes, though. What good is a 45-foot wall if you can only use the bottom 15 feet of it?

I really have to remember to go see how much it's going to cost me to get Photoshop on this computer again. Last semester somebody told me I could get the entire Adobe Creative Suite for $175 because I'm a student. I hope that's still true. We shall see, though.

I should come up with something to do during my tutoring hours today. Without internet access in there, I'm somewhat limited in the classwork I can get done.

[EDIT: Five minutes before the end of my tutoring session, one of my Spanish classmates showed up in search of an American female reader for a piece of his case study. So I spent half an hour going over that with him. At least I was useful today.]

semi-drunken rambling

Dogfish Head Au Courant is good stuff. It's sour, because of the currants, so it doesn't taste as much like beer as, for instance, Old Speckled Hen does. I really have to teach the liquor store here about Magic Hat, though.

Anyway, the other day I was wearing a shirt that needed a necklace with it. I keep my jewelry in my tool chest, which doesn't contain tools (but does contain weaponry). That's beside the point. The point is, I keep my incense in the drawer below my jewelry, so all my jewelry smells like incense. I didn't notice that until I took the necklace off and left it on my desk, and was looking around this morning for what it was that smelled like incense.

I don't wear perfume, because I haven't encountered a perfume I like enough. I don't mind smelling like aloes wood incense, though. (Or wood smoke, for that matter. That's what growing up with wood stoves will do for you.)