The intersection of my sleep time and my roommate’s sleep time is now the empty set. He’s still up writing a paper. Actually, I can’t verify that. He might just be pretending to write a paper. (How would I know?) I think he may finally understand that it’s tough to sleep when the room isn’t completely dark and completely silent since I don’t plan to stop all my activities just because he would like to sleep.
I need to decide whether I should hear Witten talk about stuff I won’t have a chance of understanding for many years just because he’s a Fields medalist. I imagine I’ll probably go again just because it’s not every day that a Fields medalist speaks a mile away from my place of residence.
Our first orchestra rehearsal in the pit is today. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, but I suppose that many musicians end up playing in pits very often. I don’t see how that pit could possibly have enough room for all of us, but it has to work somehow.