I forgot to mention the trip back to Waterloo. It was expected to be a 24-hour trip, and surprisingly, it took about 24 hours to complete. No delays or cancellations, so it looks like my travel curse has temporarily lifted. The first flight was normal, the 4-hour layover was ok with me buying Yoshi and staying in the lounge to get food and sleep. And then there was the long NRT–>YYZ flight…boy, that was really bad. It was almost a full flight, people everywhere. It was also a very bumpy flight, with seatbelt signs coming on and off constantly (with the accompanying repeated announcements). I was tired and hungry, and was half awake/asleep. Being half conscious, plane constantly shaking, plus squeaky noises that comes from the overhead bins, I became delusional and almost went nuts. I was imagining the plane would just fall off the sky anytime. It was a terrible way to experience a 12-hour flight. There were other annoying things, like the girl beside me constantly wants to go through me to go to the washroom, and one of the washrooms closest to me was not working so there were long lines all the time. Anyway, it got me thinking a lot. I was getting a bit complacent, thinking to myself that I’ve flown so much that flying doesn’t seem to create fear anymore, which is now proven to be false. Also, I really need to think about death and eternity a lot more. I guess I should end on a positive note…it looks like I had no jetlag problem this time. I slept well last night from 11-7, so hopefully this continues.
Tim visited today, and I (almost) always loved having past students visit me. Too bad he couldn’t be in my course this term, and he was asking if I’ll be teaching it again next term. Good news is apparently my teaching isn’t too bad, bad news is chances are low that this will happen as my postdoc runs out in July. Anyway, I might have talked too much at the end, though…oops.
I have too many things on my list of things to do, and as always, it paralyzes me. I wish I have just one thing to do, and that thing is teaching. There’s always something else (i.e. research) that’s left undone which leaves me hanging and dissatisfied. So instead of doing all the things I need to do, I instead played poker, and somehow lucked into a minor score after playing 6 hours (was planning to lose quickly, but somehow kept on winning until the last hand). So…looks like the procrastinator in me is going to prepare the lecture tomorrow morning, and hope for the best for the rest of things to do.