The current theory is. . .

If I try to type an entry when I really actually would like to go empty my bladder, it should keep the entry concise and delightful. You let me know how I do, yes?

This week has been, well, blurry. I think maybe it has racing stripes or those flames that hotwheel cars have, because somehow it's managed to fly by without me knowing much else about it than the fact that it did happen. I'm living a continual 1AM sleep 8:30AM wake day, where I spend 9:30ish to 5ish at work, usually with slow mornings and insane afternoons. Evenings are filled with friends, which is good, except that I haven't really completely unpacked yet, and I wake up every morning thinking DAMN this would be a nice room if I could but see the floor!

Though not holding much immediate promise, life is still good. Having a roommate is working out well--especially since Sharon likes to cook, and I like to eat. Skeletor also has a fantastic new plastic rock formation which he perches on or hides under daily. We both have new surroundings, but only by one or two key points.

Classes are starting soon. The new 1st-year grad's are here, and so I'm a 2nd year. I'm trying to get my first thesis committee meeting scheduled, trying to get my lab work to work, and trying to get personal life in check with all the rest. My credit is BAD, as I think I've forgotten many a bill in the past month . . . that's not so good. But really, aside from wanting to get a shiny zoomy new laptop, there's no big purchase I need that stuff for at the moment.

Ok, time to go take a picture of the assay I'm running. It involves guinea pig blood and a table that rocks. I'm also thinking of donating some of my own, sweet blood to a research lab down the hall--and if it's good stuff they might propogate a cell line from it!!!! I could have my own cell line! except, I think that grad students do the blood drawing, and that might not be so grand. Oh well, picture time!