i woke up in time for class -- not quite, but in time to get to class ten minutes late, which is better than usual. (i may have stumbled upon a workable sleep routine in the process, though i didn't come close to hitting my cycle.) but i went to the classroom only to find a pitch-black room with no sign and nothing written on the blackboard. i went up to the computer room only to find an equally confused alex woo. it was later revealed that class had been moved to a different room, but i'd thought of this and checked all the other rooms on the first floor of evans. it turned out to be in an entirely different place.
then i gave my talk. throughout the talk, i was spying a girl who i thought could be bridget eileen tenner. i wasn't sure, but when she introduced herself to someone else as bridget i knew. it was probably better that i didn't know during my talk, because once i realized it was her i was twitterpated for the rest of the day, which included making a vapid of myself to her. but hopefully she'll come to berkeley and i'll have a chance to act like myself. and if she doesn't, it probably doesn't matter anyway.
(for more details on the surprising story of bridget, contact the author.)
but the most surreal part was that as bridget and i walked out of evans, someone jumped. from the roof. i got an email from the math department spam list an hour later confirming that that's what happened; it was near the entrance we were walking out, but not in a place where we would see it.
it's like out of a movie or something. i still haven't been able to think straight, really, though the sleep may have something to do with that. i'm not sure why i was so discombobulated after the bridget surprise, but i couldn't even remember how to be myself after that. remind me what i usually think again? this is why i need to backup my brain nightly. i know this is correspondingly not well thought out, but i'm just so surprised at how the whole day went. as j. said, calm down, deep breath. whew.