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I spent the last week in the Bay Area, presenting posters, hanging out with family, getting sunburned, seeing Billy Bragg, and learning learning learning. Oh, and I think we ate some seafood in there somewhere.

Once or twice.

But since I got back last Tuesday, I haven't been able to fall asleep before 5:30 AM. Last night it was 6:30 AM. This is not quite as bad as things were in college, but it's still pretty miserable. Even if I get don't get up for work until 11, I've still only had 5 hours of sleep. With it, I've got my old friends "unreasonable food cravings," "crushing depression," "heart beating like a fucked clock," and "upset stomach." And it isn't like those hours between midnight and 6 AM are productive, either. Like [livejournal.com profile] pants_of_doom so adroitly stated, "less sleep equals less anything, because less sleep takes more time while it shortens your life." I'm sick of it; I have too much stuff to do.

And with all the self-doubt, I wonder what the use is. Am I capable? Is it reasonable? Should I give up on the ideal of greatness in favor of what is comfortable? Or, to put it another way, should I accept what's reasonable over what is incredible?

But here we are again. I may have had this exact conversation before.

Once or twice.

Tomorrow is for lab meetings and extractions and attempts at manuscript scripting, but we have two brand-new summer students and all is chaos under the heavens. Or chaos under the bequests room, anyway. Tomorrow is also for purchasing yellow paint, which I hope I can do at the Coffman bookstore, but maybe not. Il Dolenzio is actually nearly done. And kind of horrifying, because now I have a GIANT PAINTING OF MICKY DOLENZ. It is Mya's, really, a long-ago-xmas-present, but she looks vaguely ill every time she sees it. It's ok, Mya, I can take a hint. You don't want to hang it over your bed. We'll just have to put it above the fireplace. Or maybe in the bathroom.

OK, GO! Things to do before Convergence:
- buy liquor
--> make up some sort of delicious layered drink extravaganza
- go to savers (scrubs, suit, bow tie)
--> buy bottle of single malt
--> maybe try to find fake bald head thingy. definitely find fake moustache.
- make jerky
--> get more soy sauce. stupid rainbow only has 10oz bottles of kikoman. srsly.
- um. finish some med school writing.
- submit reimbursement paperwork, because my credit card is nearly maxed out, 2/3 of which is on account of this work trip to SF.
- sew a sexy lab coat. who wants to go to the fabric store with me?
- get dry ice
- oh, you know, write a manuscript (based on everything my poster was on, plus introduction to the final experiment)
- find that birthday card i bought for my dad over a month ago!

As always, my favorite procrastination technique is to talk about all the crap I have to do instead of doing it. At least I'm predictable!

Wait. Is that good?

the hedge abides.

ETA: Look! PICTURES!
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I've been having one of those forgetful days... I went downstairs this morning, only to have to go back to my room three times for things I forgot. Then I left the house, found out that my S10's battery was dead, went back upstairs to get the USB adapter so I could charge it at work, left again, realized that I'd left my awesome lunch on the counter...

On the up side, having to go back twice meant that, by the time I got to the train tracks between Hiawatha and Minnehaha, the train was just finishing backing up.

Then I forgot where the ice machine was, then forgot that I needed a key for the freezer that's 4 floors down, then forgot that the standards were in that freezer, too, and ended up going up and down a total of about 15 flights of stairs. Good excercise, but boy is it too hot in this building for such things.

Tonight is for knitting, though, which is all muscle memory, so I should be OK.

This week is for the craziest round-the-clock experiment ever. No going out on Friday night for me, because I have to come in to work on Saturday at 1am!

Also, I put on a shirt this morning that I forgot I'd spilled bleach on. It's a brown shirt, though, and the bleach spots turned an awesome bright pink, so I think I'm going to "save" the shirt by making them look intentional. I need to figure out the best way to apply liquid bleach with some measure of control. Maybe a wash bottle like we have in the lab? Kind of dribbly is fine, but I want to be able to make sketches with it. Maybe I'll draw a tapir... tapirs are cool. Bright pink tapirs are even cooler.

the hedge abides.

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