In this month that I've been absent from my sense of creative release, I've found there's only one force of nature that has been my friend throughout. Karma. Yes, those of you who know me, or have spoken to me, either know or could suppose that it's something I believe in. It is the human tail: it follows you, sways behind you, and helps you keep your balance. But it gets stuck in doors, kids who want to play with it will tug on it, walking in a crowd will get it stepped on if you don't pull it up and show the world your asshole. Good example: I waited on a customer at work. She needed her scanner reprogrammed. Fine. Whatever. That's all right. In the process, I missed a cell phone sale that my manager screwed up. I knew I could have sold that guy, and made lots of money. But I didn't. I waited on the scanner lady. I got her scanner to work and she was happy. The next week, after one of the bad snowstorms we have had, she brought me five dollars in Dunkin' Donuts rights. I was stoked and shocked. I said thank you, but I stood in the middle of the sales floor like a mute who just got a pencil shoved up his nose. Now, here's a bad one. I had a big project to do for my Nuclear Physics Lab class. I had to take a bunch of water samples from around campus, and check them for radon. Good stuff, right? I do the project, throw them in a scintillation detector (it's not as dirty as it sounds), and let them get counted. The first run came out the next day. I looked at it, it was good data, and I took it out of the printer and took it home. Bad move. I leave it out, and it gets picked up and thrown away. I flipped out about it, but that's what I get for leaving my shit out. See, bad karma! My room's always a shithole. That's what I get. I proceeded to clean my room, subsequent to losing some good data. So, yeah. That's life as I know it. Senior project presentation today. Home tomorrow. Orlando in ten days. Twenty-one in four; a drinking binge that I've rightfully earned in five. I can't wait.