Tie It Down, Then Tie One On

27 degrees and sunny around here yesterday, and now the slow decay into winter. Time to pull out the window air conditioner and stuff it away in the basement until next year. And time to buckle down for the endless reams of notes, and hours in labs. That's right racefans, its the third week of September.

If the weekend to kick the week off is any indication then the week shouldn't be too bad. It started with my 4-day weekend being broken up by an e-mail reply about finding myself a thesis project so as to graduate at the end of these 8 months of classes. Now, they're not ideal topics, the details of which I won't begin to attempt to bore you with, but this point in time isn't the one to be picky, so I'm rolling with it. Two topics: one an on-going project, an hour plus away near London, studying greenhouse gas release from groundwater reaction systems (read - not my ideal); and the other a project just getting off the ground, closer to home near Shakespeare, and more to do with groundwater itself than gases (read - the better project). But clichés exist for a reason, and I am the one in the beggar role.

So then, despite having my weekend shortened, it was better than sitting around in limbo with no topic. Then came the usual sitting around gaming and drinking with friends, with an unusual dose of stamina that kept some of us playing the original Mario and talking until all hours of the morning. Some nice warm weather, some slo-pitch practice with the campus rec team, more interesting conversation getting all nostaligic about the silly toys and games of youth, the horrible clothing fads, the kids TV shows that were so much better than they are today, and the haircuts our parents subject us to, before we go ahead and are old enough to make our own horrible choices (see mullet).

Throw in some good weather, a University of Michigan statement against the Notre Dame Whimpering Irish, some domination in the Pro Fantasy Football realm, and San Francisco actually pulling out a win under their 2nd year QB who seems to be settling into his role, and you've got yourself a pretty solid weekend.

Now I just have to carry that through the week, get some assignment work done, and prepare for the annual Logan Day drinkfest. Apparently the goal for the night is to get Steve on the stripper poles, as the bar we have reserved serves by day as a peeler bar...

Shouldn't be an issue.