Bites and camping and whatever else I think of:

A certain pony who shall remain nameless bit me today. I was moving him around his stall so I could bridle him and he wanted to eat his hay and reached over and bit my hip. It didn't break the skin, but it did kind of hurt. Also, we were practicing emergency dismounts and I fell. The dirt mixed with the sweat on my arm to make me muddy.

However, I am about a hundred times cleaner than I was this weekend, when I went camping with Amanda and her colleagues. Despite torrential rains both nights, we had a good time and even stayed reasonably dry, except when we were swimming in the lake. It was fabulously warm, at night even kind of grossly warm, since it felt like a bathtub. A nipple-biting fish lived there, apparently, though it stayed the hell away from my nipples. OK, and I got much drunker than I'd been since college on box wine Saturday night, like drunk to the point of singing Irish songs around the campfire. It was a good trip.

Oh, T-- is coming to DC for a job interview this weekend. Fingers crossed for her, please. Not only would it be awesome to have her here, but her current job, well, isn't her ideal job, so this might be a really nice change.

I'm taking a real live graduate class in the fall (assuming my funding is approved before the 17th), and I've pretty much decided that I'm going to talk to my advisor there about whether I would do better in a different program. I don't think applied math is for me, really, and I feel like I would be happier in a regular math grad program.