I ended up writing three days in one post–busy, good, frustrated.
May 17 which was a Wednesday, went to Q to U of C. Worked on STalk tutorial. Getting shaped up well. Anything that you personally like, even if it is a meaningless thing, takes time. This was BK’s day for Mr. M. This cut the day short–we met at 1:30 and got to BK’s place at 3:00, picked up Cstine and BK, got McD., and rode all the way to Ham. U. It was a windy summery day. Roads reflected lights, bright and shining, as if we were on a road trip, as none were real.
May 18 was a Thurs. I got the bulk of STalk finally done, 21 pages each, 4 of them. Finished them off till 1:30AM midnight-but worth it. I liked the results. If you have to calculate everything’s worth by the hours and its pay, this is below minimum wage, but I enjoyed it. What a long ride from home to work from work to school from school to chess and home again. Because BK had his 4th chess game at south side, in a hotel that only had a bar but no restaurant, we ate at a 1 mile restaurant mexican grill spot. It was under a highway structure, patio covered with red roof–lights pouring through tinting our faces. We order fish called william which was a terrible talapia wrap; chips and corn salsa, steak fajita, chicken quesadilla, lime pie—greasy and suspicious. stayed in hotel till bk finished chess. so pround he won. Got home very late. Bk tired by excited. They slept and I worked on STalk till 1:30Am–all sent out and fine.
May 19. Friday. Queasy in the stomach. Made french toast. wrote to language support center, did all sorts of miscl. items. lesson of the day: do what you like, stay away from people who train your energy. live your own life.