theoretical "mathematics"

the senior roommate and i watched "the wire" until 3.30 am this morning. i was surprised at our "last call" until i did the math: starting at 12.30, watching three episodes of roughly one hour apiece, let's see, um, multiply one hour by three, convert 12.30 to 030, add three, carry the peanut butter cups, and . . .OH! it's 0330. convert 0330 into a more palatable 3.30 am, and, no surprise, i woke up at noon. i blame the "employment security" mice.
in other news, i also didn't fall asleep till around 3 am saturday night. there was a "party" again, and the stated goal of the party was to "drink as much Pabst Blue Ribbon as possible." the gauge of just how much one could drink was a "staff" (stalf? staugh? stapholococous? methicylin resistant "stapholococous aurelius"?) of PBR cans made in a rough arrangement by "leveling up": duct taping a fresh can atop the just finished can. the winner--he or she who could "curate" the tallest "staff"--won a tin or copper or some kinda other mug with an aztec calendar motif. somewhere around 2 someone started tapdancing. to me in my bedroom directly underneath the "dance floor", it sounded like a drunk twenny-one year old impersonating an elephant. i could have been wrong. incidently, the junior roommate won the "competitives" with an eleven can "staff". speaking of "employment security" for cheap beer bräumeisters.
in other other news, there's a very pretty woman in her late twennies round the way. i have nothing else do here at the library, but i'm having a hard time "getting up to leave". not that i have anywhere to go but the coffee store. and some terrifyingly important business, like "holding down a park bench out at sunset hill for the afternoon while i read art spiegelman's 'Maus'."