Day 1608

Went into town for wine and Computer Weekly. They all want experience again. Drove to Dulchester: on the way the white sky cleared and a golden autumn day was revealed. Went in the libe, found one of the papers I needed, made notes. It felt like being back at Lowlands.

My supervisor had covered my draft in red ink, and spent 3 hours talking about it. He got quite worked up about where I'd said that 'purists' didn't like LISP's sequential structures, as if, he said, 'purists' were a bunch of crazies hankering after a functional language utopia. He was very constructive though, and I must admit I did say some stupid things in the draft.

Did a bit of surfing, home by 6.30. Gave myself the evening off the diss, read Our Mutual Friend, did more work on a program to use the backupable circular queue I wrote (in one go) yesterday - the answer to the C parsing prob. My queue lets you back up as far as you like (up to the buffer size anyway).

Basically, carried on struggling with my difficult destiny. But let's face it - like Gavin Waylock, whenever I've had an easy destiny, I've been discontented. Better keep going!