t minus two days. more precisely, t minus (one day and ten hours).

will I make it? internal oracle is conspicuously silent.


numbers will not stop running through my head. some people count sheep; I count probability and integrals and covariance. between the migraine and this apparent incapacity to mentally drop something, I'm convinced my brain has it out for me.



disturbing similarity:

the day after tomorrow (reality): I take a certain exam.
The Day After Tomorrow (the movie): the world ends.

this does not bode well.



self-plagiarism:

[lstratum: bad sign]


this is not a good sign.




CORNER OF FUN MATH
omens to date: n
ill omens to date: n
=> P[x is ill | x is an omen] = 1.

I hate probability, especially when it works against me.