Late at night and all is well

So I passed Professor R in the hall, and he asked if I had it all under control. I said that I kinda did. He asked, "Really?", because, after all, I had a class from him last year. "Yes," I said, "but it can still all spin out of control later." He laughed, reassured, and we went our ways.
This semester is fun so far. I'm glad though, that I only have my two classes. I've cut down on my anti-depressants, so I'm not feeling as sedated and stupefied, but it's still a decent workload. If I get tired of poker hand recognition algorithms I have a couple new books on lambda calculus and recursion theory to read.
Wednesday nights at the Big Haus a new class has started on the History of the Ancient Near East in the context of the Bible, which might just be Evan Wilson  geeking out on one of his favorite subjects, but because of that I know it's going to be richly rewarding and a chance for me to geek out on it too.
I have my first math midterm in a week, Determinate and Indeterminate Finite Automata, Regular Expressions, basically the first and simplest ways you can describe or generate a Formal Language. Set Theory based math is different. One of the comments I'm still thinking about from The Soul of Science by Pearcey and Thaxton was that it's helpful to think of mathematical insight as a sixth sense about the world around us, very much like the other five. With the small caveat that it takes a bit of training for your brain to really enjoy/exploit it.
This is a Porsche Carrera GT. Mid-mounted V10 goodness.

I enjoy these the same way any eleven-year-old kid would. They exist and they're awesome.