OMG. So tired. I was at work today from 7:30AM to 5:30PM. I have corn pollen and sweat stuck in my eyebrows and ears. (gross face)I guess I shouldn’t be complaining, because at least I am making a shit-load of money. And I promised my parents I would stop donating plasma, so there goes $200+ a month in cash income I was counting on. Sweet, sweet plasma money.
I have been so busy with work lately, I have all but stalled my summer side projects: practice and learn as much literature over the summer, and hella read-up on my publications so I will pick one sweet research project for next summer. But, whatev.
I am going to the Vu tonight with Craig, Caren, Laura, and some other straight girl. Should be fun. Later tonight I have to prepare a *side dish* for the South Farm picnic tomorrow evening. I am so goddamn domestic. Jeeshush!
Heard about some terrorist attack in England’s mass transit system today on the radio and my first instinct was to call my friend Robyn, who is in Wales (yes, I know it isn't really England). I need to find out if she is ok—although, that girl is resourceful, I know she would survive anything. To Robyn: I love you baby!