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Sonya and I had a belated housewarming party last night. Things went pretty well; we grilled entirely too many hot dogs and too much corn, but we have leftovers to eat today, which means it will be easier to feed myself. And a good time was had by those who were there.

The last time I had a housewarming party was during my undergraduate study in San Antonio. Two of my friends from the music department and I had taken an on-campus apartment, and we wanted to make things nice. Thus, we arranged a party.

The morning of it, though, was the same morning that jets slammed into the Twin Towers.

It pretty much killed the mood.

Thinking on it, though, put me into an entirely-too-sentimental frame of mind. As a result, I've been picking over the corpses of works I've done over the entirely-too-many years I've spent in school.

I'm glad that I've gotten better at doing the work I do. I'd hate to think that I had gotten worse.

On the topic of work, there is, as always, more to do. I am reading over things for a couple of papers at the moment, and I think I have an idea of an abstract I want to write to send off to Kalamazoo. I really, REALLY need to present a paper at that conference sometime, but I'm not entirely sure what I can get away with doing.

I suppose it'll come to me.