You need a vacation with just yourself

I'd also consider titling this entry "stolen moments on sarah's laptop" given that I'm using it for this entry, as well as starting yet another likely doomed craft-phase involving hacking up shirts so they fit me better (also known as T-shirt surgery, apparently). I long for a higher state of craftiness. . . and cuter shirts.

It's been a rather satisfying weekend. I've spent the whole week in Sarah's guest room, complete with visiting cats. This stay is going really rather well, considering the ever-present danger of sarah and I spending waaaaaay hellls too much time together. We get our breaks, which is good. Saturday we went with Sharon and Roger to the farmer's market and bought all sorts of goodies for the party we were throwing for everyone in the Squid & Bacteria labs. Fresh corn, homemade brats, cheesecurds . . . . our interpretation of "taste of wisconsin." We took two whole laps around the square to get everything. Then it was back home to clean and cook until all our lab folk arrived. The actual party was as good as one could ever hope it to be. Everyone got along, got enough food, and had a place to sit.

When that was all said and done, I went over to Courtney's going away party, and swiftly downed 3 orange and liquor drinks while thanking Ben for keeping the guests from getting Skeletor drunk. My pirate hat made many rounds that evening (Ben has been borrowing it to play Tropico 2). Once the drinks really kicked in, I just laid down on the bed (a luxury of being at a party where you plan on sleeping). I can't describe to you the unique bliss of just laying down and letting yourself fall asleep when you're tired and coursing with chemicals. Ben woke me up at some point, and I played a bit of Tropico 2 before deciding to go back to sleep. I believe Ben found me a crumpled heap of blankets with a pirate hat on top. There are pictures somewhere. I dreamt clear and pleasant dreams that I can still remember. I love that.

Sunday found me awake at 11AM. Did some shopping at Borders, and the comic book store, and Pegasus Games. Came home, enjoyed the leftovers dinner that sarah put together, and got to re-meet Yann, who was my student that I hosted during one of the recruitment weekends. He's the only student from that weekend to accept enrollment into the program. I rule. He's french and living with Andy. Let all jokes about "the eligible bachelor pad" ensue. I'm too sleepy to make them anymore!

I should've gone to bed an hour ago. Oh well. This week will be a big week, where I need to haul ass towards getting my project underway. I haven't done much this whole summer. It's scary that way. But that's irrelavent. I'm glad I've learn to acknowldedge THAT much :)