aortic arch

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OH, you're right, MattPatt. About the diabetes. NOT the loving of High School Musical haha. Although I do know the names of 5 of the cast, only because I played the board game with my 11 year old cousin.

Haha, and Jalto, I was TRYING to be subtle about that mannerism of yours. Ugh, and that better not be lyrics from a John Mayer song. ALL he ever talks about outside of his music is Jennifer Aniston. Boo hoo!

UGHHH. Multiple dreams last night.

One involved some girl... who was it... OH, my lab mate. She was talking to me at some table about how good she was at yoga.

Another dream involved Clare... what was he babbling about... I forgot. Not memorable! Hmm, and these new posts from his blog that pop up on my Vienna RSS feed. I'll CONSIDER reading them.

And the last dream: I was in some bar/parlor with a gal, and we were sitting at the bar playing this gambling game. The first time around, though, neither of us knew how to play the game, and someone at the other end of the bar ended up winning the pot. Eventually, I figured out that the way to win the game was simply determining the numbers from an algebraic approach. Once I was about to start explaining the method to the lady, DRAB all of a sudden pops out of nowhere to INTRUDE on our conversation. Asking all these questions: "Who are you? What are you doing? Can I join?!" UGHHH!!!!

So I suggested to the girl that we hop on over to another bar/club, but Drab decided to invite himself and join our company. We were dancing, Drab was ruining my time and dancing like a dork, you know, the usual. And then we ended up over at some bathrooms, in a location that looked like one of those rest stops along the exit ramp of the highway. While Drab went in to use the bathroom, my lady friend came out of the women's side, and I told her to escape as fast as she can before Drab came back.

Then I found myself in my house. With Drab at the entrance. My dreams ends there. Whew.

Other news- my project has commenced!!! But my PI is abandoning me yet again for another trip out of town. Although I had a nice conversation with my lab manager about gin and juice, the song originally done by snoop dogg but covered by the gourds. He especially enjoyed the bluegrass rendition.

The doctors have a DIFFERENT diagnosis now for my grampa: advanced stage lung cancer. They say it's a tumor in the aortic arch, and there's a chance he may be having an aneurysm? Doctors... My parents and my uncle are apparently in LA now, seeing to him. Uncle flies back Monday, parents Wednesday. I'm seeing them in 2 weeks? It might be nice, seeing my cousins from my mom's side after such a long time. Oh yeah, my brother will be in TX too... But my parents also don't know that I'll be taking a secret road trip down to Houston. Shack up at Rox My Socks' place again.

Since I'm not setting up my own Christmas tree, I'm going to steal the one from the hospital.