I should become a meteorologist. Last week we all made little predictions on where Hurricane Isabelle would make landfall (to go along with our office's universal prediction that all hurricans are heading strait for Rich's house). Anyway, I picked the south end of the Outer Banks (which was farther north than most people's thoughts of Florida and Georgia). This just helps support my theory that the Outer Banks has some weird physical phenomenon that makes it a hurricane magnet - when in doubt about where the hurricane is going to go, pick North Carolina, especially if others are predicting it to go to Florida.

My new roommate, Nick, is moving in tonight. I think. My old roommate, Cari called yesterday to chat from the Chicago airport (she is temporarily back in the U.S.ofA. for a wedding). I was a bit distracted by trying to run SORT and do homework at the same time, so I don't remember much of the conversation (mostly because SORT kept crashing, and I couldn't remember how to do derivatives of the types of functions I was working with on my homework). She seems happy though.

In a related topic, I don't know how Sarah has spent the last 6 months continuously running SORT (that's a simulation we use here at work). I haven't had to use it too often recently, and I'm back to it, and it just makes me angry and moody. Some computer work I don't mind - like writing my own code to automate a process, or performing completely new calculations, or making cool maps, anything that absorbs my attention. But SORT just feels like this big monstrosity with all these tenticals going off in every directions and I can't get my arms around anything that deviates from the way I usually do it. So I went home in a bad mood last night. Maybe I'll be in a better mood if I find my problem. I've already found half a dozen other problems while searching for the source of this one, so maybe that's a good thing.