The Jewish guy Joseph thinks I smoke because Clare left his marlboros here, which is odd, since he smokes parliaments, typical of a hipster (from that hipster bingo board, anyway). Although I wouldn't mind a clove ciggy right now. Somehow puffs of sweet air are better than the solid material.
This job position offers up a combination of everything I'm doing right now: neuro and programming. It deals with the eye, though. And people. I'd rather deal with model organisms like insects in this one lab on campus, or C. elegans, or even chick embryos and Xenopus frogs.
I'm going to call that place tomorrow. Finally start volunteering, building up my Cantonese/Mandarin fluency.
WHAT'S YOUR STORY, Leigh-ugh???
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