Let me come.

This has not been a day for productivity in any form; this has been a day for occupying fixed points in the space-time continuum. And cooking risotto. To be fair, risotto is nearly always the high point of any day that's got it, and fresh food always trumps getting passed over for a job opportunity. I'd had hopes for that one, too - getting that message pretty much ensured the rest of the day would be spent in general lassitude.

There was a thousand-dollar-ticket fundraising gala going on six floors below me earlier tonight. I only found out when I went to the gym and hit the lobby, which had gotten a neon-covered monolith installed since this morning. It's easy for me to forget that this isn't just residential housing - the housing part is unqestionably a dormitory, but the rest of it's a valid cultural institution known to the greater world outside of this tiny room. For some reason, the cognitive dissonance is easier to deal with when I'm sweaty from a workout.