i had a dream last night in which the weighty professor wait told me i wasn't doing enough math this summer. i wanted to show her that i still liked math. she asked if i had any favorite mathematicians or if i just liked to be right. I do like to be right but i told her (yelling, pressed against a fence facing a dark body of water) that its about the structure of the math, the math itself, the mystery in the logic and counting. i was so upset. she told me i was in a place called 'Vienna' (like a state of mind i figured). she said she had been there before.
It's my mom's birthday today. wooooooooo
