obscura

I have 13 minutes, 58 seconds to blog (microwaving lunch).

Friday: Lab Meeting. PreThanksgiving meal. We had mediterranean food. The meat was a little dry, but it was a nice change from the usual Chinese takeout my Danimals loves sooooo much. I don't get it.

Saturday: Didn't get any work done, went to Borders, considered buying the Nov. 23 issue of the New Yorker, but all the bindings were either bent or roughed up. I decided to wait and get it Monday at the UCSF bookstore.

Told Drab to meet me at the Powell BART since I was going to be at the Borders downtown. I was supposed to be focused on finishing my UCLA/UCSD secondaries, but instead I went to the comics/manga section and started flipping through multiple issues. The origami section also caught my eye.

It turned around 6-ish, so Drab called, and I met him downstairs. His clothes were shitty, but they were surprisingly put together well. Even his hair was cut okay this time. His face looked different, though. Maybe he was more well-rested? Anyhow, as always, it was an awkward train ride with him.

Arrived at Berkeley, grabbed some wine from the store, and met up with Leigh-Ugh and Malice. Leigh-Ugh's always put together so well. And Malice had these glasses with really nice frames. I wouldn't say it were along the lines of sexy librarian- maybe trendy newspaper editor. While Malice and Drab went back to grab maple syrup, I helped Leigh-Ugh in the kitchen with chopping up red onions and coring green apples.

All in all, it was a nice home-cooked dinner. Roasted pork chops & apples, cauliflower mixed with candied ginger and raisins, polenta w/ cheese+scallions, salad w/ balsamic vinaigrette and olive oil, and some gooey undercooked cake. Even the wine wasn't that bad.

Played poker, even though in hindsight that was a bad idea- my family will probably be playing that all day during Thanksgiving. Again, Drab's feet/leg kept grazing against mine- I don't understand how that always happens every time we hang out. There were also times when he would lean in to deal cards, and his face was a mere inch away from mine. He makes me uncomfortable, to say the least. Too bad Clare didn't show up.

BART home. Long silences while walking with Drab, in the train. I actually enjoyed the silence. We should talk less often.

Ooh lunch is ready, I hear the beeps! Blog post: done!

hyponatremia

These secondaries are killing me. Although it's a pretty decent rate: 16 secondaries within one month's time.

And Janey is a ho bag granny. That is all.

Nighty night.

tripoly

Another rejection.

What do I have to look forward to in this career path... a lifetime of rejection.

How much can one person take before giving up?

It hasn't even begun yet.