Hoping I would see the world with both my eyes
Maybe I will tell you all about it when I'm
In the mood to lose my way with words.

John Mayer, "3x5"
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It's getting dark in Camarillo in the mornings, so much so that I have to use my red LED taillight on my bike. It's not so dark that I'd need headlights; I travel along well-lit streets. I just want to make sure that, through the fog, another car sees me ahead of him.

This weekend went by in a jovial and easy manner; I'm actually easing into my new comfort at bottom bunk. A great deal of my good mood also has to do with the newfound success of Liz's brother in Las Vegas. Congrats: one day I'll see you there. (As an aside, Liz, the story of the guy who got rolled up that I told you yesterday: completely false; his roommates decided to fabricate the tale to make his normal departure all the more fantastic. Fuck those guys for messing with my mind.)

In the meantime, I've actually continued along the "textbook" theme of books read here. I finished off The Code Book, which details how a quantum computer could pass perfectly secure transmissions based on two things. I've moved on to Bill Bryson, who normally writes really fantastic travel literature, but this time around he wrote a book (a fairly recent one; my edition makes mention of the Columbia crash when discussing the Earth's atmosphere) that basically offers a quick primer in regards to cosmology, physics, geology, and biology. Good stuff, if only because it neatly replaces about six years of formal schooling.

I'm growing used to my new haircut, but I still exhibit a little bit of surprise when I walk by a mirror. I'm still not quite used to seeing so much skull. I went outside Saturday during recreation time, and after I came back, I noted that some parts of my scalp was actually peeling. Yup: sunburn. Apparently, hair on your head prevents such a calamity. I learned something.