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!

Duality

Today may have been a good day. It rests on the decision of MIT's admissions office. I had an interview today with an MIT Alumnus as part of the admissions process. I thought it went well enough. I may not find out how well it went until next April. Currently, today is both good and bad, just as Schrödinger’s Cat is both dead and alive.

I also did a little shopping, including my latest purchase to make Strictly Come Dancing and X Factor bearable: new headphones. The old ones broke – darned things. Now, all is right with my world as I'm listening to the Batman Begins/Dark Knight soundtracks. Big love to The Caped Crusader and his associated music.

Whilst I'm reminiscing on The Dark Knight, I feel like mentioning the approaching dark nights. English is such a pretty language, especially when trying to make a link from Batman to winter.

I adore winters. I've lived through 17 of them, including that one I was born halfway through. Their perpetual ability to upset the futile masses is somewhat amusing. Here approaches the dawn of winter, the dusk of the year. I'll tail off before my melodrama cannibalizes itself in a bout of irony, and remind everyone that it's still only fall: it is not yet cold.

Goodnight.