So, that beacon of sexual energy phase? Lasted all of three days. It quickly extinguished, and once again I felt more like Mr. Rogers than like Mick Jagger. I've returned to blessed anonymity, which is comforting to someone with chronic social anxiety.

I had an advisory meeting today with some department guy I've never met before, and at one point he said, "You have a noticeably strong character." A bit stunned, I asked, "Really?" He then said, "Well, you're obviously no shrinking violet." I'm not sure he meant it as such a compliment, but it made me grin all day long. Progress!