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Last night, I got to bed around 23:45. This is a big improvement over 04:00, which is when I tucked in the night before. However, just before getting into bed, I read some of Carnival XV, and got right properly obsessed with twin primes. This is no fucking good when you're in bed, know you have to work in eight hours, and didn't sleep at all the night before.

So I lay there, until about 01:45, mostly with my eyes closed, coming up with numbers like 1762, 3599, and other twin prime composites. I counted up the primes to 100, and was pleasantly surprised when I knew there were 25.

I don't know what these things happen, but I ought to go thank Mr. Freeman for having made me come to realize that they do. Being kept up by mathematics, is more palatable than being kept up by stomach pain, and more tolerable than by jack hammers.

Read this brief history of mathematics, it's really quite funny.