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Interesting dream(s) last night:
First off, I was on the ballroom floor, yet again? Either President-elect Barack Obama or I was dancing with a girl. Except during the dance, he was just gazing at me the entire time. Kind of like in the last episode of Grey's Anatomy in the second season, where Meredith is dancing with the Vet while Derek is dancing with Addison. In one camera shot you see him creepily staring at her while this grossly mesmerizing sex music plays in the background. Ugh Grey's Anatomy reference, terrible. Suddenly, he leaves his dance partner and slowly but steadily walks towards my direction. He stands right in front of me. And then he plants one on me! How can you say no to the President?! This must be how Monica Lewinsky felt in the Oral Office. My dream scope shifted from first to third person view, and I just see myself dangling there in his arms while the future President is taking advantage of me. Once I caught my breath, I started yelling at him and asking why he was violating my mouth. That caused him to start making out with me even more!

Then, I wind up in lab. I'm standing still, looking around at what I thought was my lab, but it had been remodeled into a day spa. At least it gave off that vibe when I was there, with the running water and odd soap scents.

I was actually thinking about lab too much last night. So dreaming about lab was understandable, but kissing Barack?! Sheesh.

They finally diagnosed my grandfather with Parkinson's disease. Or so my aunt says. I sent her an email reply to confirm whether it was a doctor or just someone searching for symptoms on the internet.

Juggling/multitasking in lab today. PCR, gel electrophoresis, fixing/immunostaining, passaging cells. Oy. Feels productive and all, but very stressful since my PI sent me an email yesterday expecting some things to be completed today. But then I find out my PI has clinic on Monday afternoons! So I can't really report any of my results to him until AFTER he gets back. On the upside, because I went past noon, I spent 5 hours in lab today, which was enough to get me a free lunch downstairs! MMM.

Now I sit, waiting, studying, planning. Sigh.

New York Times online site: fraught with errors and typos. Who edits their pages?! Horrible job.