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!

FEVER

Some time Wednesday night, I started to feel sickly. Went to bed exhausted but kept waking up all night, only to finally get "some" sleep at 6:30AM after downing extra strength tylenol. Woke up at 8:30, took my temperature, which was 100.4.

So I stayed home, and slept aaaaall day, although thursday was going to be an uberproductive day complete with guinea pig blood and meeting with Ned (not at the same time). I felt better in the evening, and even ate something . . . .

And today I feel better, but I'm not hungry. Not at all hungry, and that's really not good for me. Hunger is always the last thing to go . . . . and it's hot in lab so I feel like I'm getting hot flashes all day. I just wanted to share that with you all. I'll probably cool down come evening, which would be great because it IS the weekend and there's a Rick James SUPERFREAK tribute at the Cardinal and a party with Ben and blargh!!! why get so sickly before the weekend!!???

Current theory is food poisoning, although mainly I feel more feverish than queasy. I hate being sick. It's lame.

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 :)