Nocturnality

It's a day before November, one day after a brilliant party – thanks Ben! – and both 11 and 12 hours after 0100. Fall has begun and GMT is back for the winter. It's had a longer holiday than teachers get, but it's back, rolling back sunset and bringing darkness to the early evening.

Speaking of which, I woke up at sunset yesterday; I fell asleep at sunrise. It is such an odd sensation, but I greatly enjoyed it. The chickens didn't enjoy being locked in their run all day though, so I'm staying at home and letting them roam free in the garden today.

Back to the party: it was fancy dress, which has never been a concept to which I've taken – especially given the usually tacky nature of the general masses' costumes. Nevertheless, I vowed to go for broke; I don't do things by halves. I've mentioned a few times this week my progress in sewing. Finally, yesterday, moments before sunrise, I finished my suit jacket, went to bed, woke at half five, put my outfit on and turned up to Ben's party as Harvey "Two-face" Dent. Hence, in fact, that post entitled Duality and the increase in Batman references. I'll have to nab a photograph of me from last night off of someone else – I couldn't be all that bothered to take one of myself.

Oh, almost forgot! It's probably been a month or so since I last mentioned that most glorious of foods, but I've eaten some both just now and also on Friday. I am, of course, referring to bacon.

So, on the subject of bacon, I'll end in the immortal words of Porky Pig: That's all folks!

Going with the flow.

Today, I made myself a flowchart on my whiteboard, with coding, multiple loops and a few of my Perl moves to boot. I do enjoy a good bit of Perl. This isn't just any flowchart, though. This flowchart has a time-frame of 11 weeks, several variables, four real-world processes – each of which can have up to 6 contextual meanings, dependent on the variables – and reiterative loops, as I said.

Besides being a good geek, I had to fill my day with some regular person stuff, so I went to a decent party, saw some people I hadn't seen in months, some I hadn't seen in years, as well as Niall, Stevo, Bobby, Ben, Saskia and Tom, all of whom I hadn't seen for a few days.

So, after reiterations, recreation and reminiscence, it's time for bed. Night froods!

Gimme eat.

As per usual, this here Tuesday included rowing. Today's session was fantastic, thanks to indoor rowing champion Shaun giving the four of us who bothered to turn up – Rob, Ben, Tom and myself – a proper workout. I feel like I might do a load better next time I try for a 2000m time. Sub-eight minutes, here I come!

A few hours ago, I inadvertently knocked over a glass of milk and successfully resisted crying. I don't see the point in it, after all, there's no sense crying over spilt milk. That said, I really like milk, and I dislike wasting anything that I like. Food, for example: I've heard numerous times in recent months that Britain – renowned worldwide for its self-righteous disregard for anything other than its own pride – throws away one-third of its food. To anyone reading this: do not throw away food; give it to me, as I get hungry every ten minutes.

Oh, before I forget, I must say hello to whomsoever is visiting my blog from Singapore. How are you?

Goodnight interpeeps!