EngineerFest is sapping my strength. I worked almost 14 hours yesterday. I had a nice chat with Uncle Chuckie at dinner last night. He was supportive of my decision to go to grad school. Chuck lives in a very Chuck-centric universe, so he viewed my decision through the Chuckie glass and started once again talking about his son, "Mr. Wonderful". That's really how he refers to him. Mr. Wonderful is getting a Ph.D. at Harvard, so we wound up talking about him some more. That's okay, I had a big beer so I wasn't irritated at the time. At least he thinks that I should get accepted to grad school somewhere decent. Now Chuckie tells me he owes me lunch, which I suppose could be accompanied with two beers, but he's been promising me the lunch thing for months. And for some reason I've been awake since 4:30 AM, so I'm too tired to rant right now. Why am I up so damn early? I've been having problems waking up at 7, but this is nuts.