It's been some time since my last report on The Gentleman's Review. So much has happened in these past months. Gigs at clubs and bars downtown, half-written computer programs with limited functionality, doctors prognoses, life saving surgery, one night stands, missing organs, hip hop empires, and ganja leaf. Don't know what else i can say. It's self explanatory. Aaron you are the only one who reads The Gentleman's Review. The simple textual cues should jog your memory should you have any questions about detail.

Today I stayed home from the University to test my transmission control protocol implementation. I don't even know how long that last test took. I was testing it by transferring a large file, and when i left for work only half of the packages had been sent. But when I returned home i found, to my pleasure, that my program had properly dealt with the problem with sequence numbers that wrap around back to zero again. Work was enjoyable. Spent the shift with a delightful lady, whom we will call Betty. It was our first shift together and we've made such wonderful plans already! I love her I think. But i must be careful not to let her friendliness lead me to some hasty misunderstandings. In only a few nights we shall drink together. Must not overstep. She admires my hip hop empire. Yet hardly understands it.

I must meet with another young lady in a few days time for drinks. We will call her Sandy. She talks too much. Nauseating.