I was a dick today. I didn’t want to be, and I could have avoided it, but I wanted to both attend Anthony Celona’s wedding and get in another four or five hours of studying so I brought a stack of flash cards to a wedding. I went through them before during and after the ceremony and while people at my table were making small talk. I was able to cut the number of cards whose answer I didn’t know reflexively from around 120 to less than 50 so I consider it a productive wedding.
Afterward, Joe and I were talking and he mentioned he had to explain this to someone. “What’s wrong with Terry, he seems agitated and distorted. I just looked at them and said ‘math, that’s what’s wrong’.” Thank you, Joe.