I am such a nerd. I have to say, I do have a social life, and I did stuff with friends both Friday and Saturday, so I'm not too bad as far as that goes, but...my goodness. When I wasn't doing stuff with friends, know what I was doing? Leisure math. Oh yes, leisure math. Sometimes I do musical mathematics, or at least discover little music patterns, or read about them. Yesterday and today I spent hour after relentless hour just doing math. I love math, but I can't crack the thing I've been trying to for days. It's getting on my nerves, and making me really frustrated. I have this work ethic that works like this: I start it, I finish it, it's done with, it's over. It can take me forever and a day to finish it, but I like to finish it all at once. This isn't happening. Every time I have to leave it and go somewhere else, I get that horrid itch on the side of my consciousness saying "Jess, you aren't done. You haven't figured out that equation...you're going to forget your place, and have to start all over..." Dangit. I don't want to have to leave it again. Right when I'm finished here, you can guess where I'm going. To finish that equation. I'm almost done. I've just got to put together my conjectures. Easier said than done. I'm frying my brain as this goes. But I figure if I get it done tonight, I can show Mr. Hardy tomorrow. He always has interesting things to tell me about math whenever I show him what I've been working on. Sometimes, when I'm doing this, I feel so stupid thinking about how many people have probably figured out the same thing, and the likelihood being zero that it took them as long as it did me to figure it out. I just need a higher IQ, that's all, LOL. Oh well. This one, as I was born with it, will have to do. And I'll get it. I've at least got my drive. Genetics can dominate many areas, but they can never, ever kill your drive.