12:20 - Then the smile came at me. I was panting, breathing hard, drenched in sweat like Ron Jeremy on viagra. There were words. I was angry, frustrated, slightly confused. "Oh yeah, y'know, we moved back all the science people to friday." She then purted, that strange uplifting turn of the mouth and body that drives men to commit audacious acts of sexually driven idiocy.

12:23 - I would not fall for this shit. I made my demands known, looking displeased. "Sorry!" she smiled wide at me. I was the sorry one, you poor, financially deprived woman. Hm, redundancy.

All that work, talking to myself and abstractly pointing at space into the wee hours of the morn while occasionally purting at would-be room users of the dorm's study lounge. It wasn't for naught, but I had other things to do.

1:20 - Today for chem lab I remembered we needed our special lab notebook. Racing with it down the 2nd flight of stairs, I remembered we needed closed-toed shoes. I being a sandal person found this appauling, but necessary. I ran back upstairs and searched frantically for my work boots.

Nowhere; then the lightbulb came. They're probably in phoenix, Bermuda if last year was any good indication. I did what I had to do: I put on my snazzy dress shoes and ran to the building. I was still wearing my presentation gear. I felt bold, confident, overdressed. We mixed acids and did paper chromatography. Important thing: I played with acids.

4:30 - What is this shit about Operation Infinite Justice? How the hell can Justice be infinite? It's a bloody closed system! There's no curvature of space because of juris prudence! Just because terrorists metaphorically pluck America's twin testicles from their financial center doesn't give us the right to over-indulgently proclaim we have an infinite ANYTHING to compensate!

Y'know, even the name BUSH...makes me wonder about our President's policy (i.e. dartboard with ideas tapped on it in oval office).

7:08 - Bah. I'm going to read about Qabbalah and chant at people in Hebrew.

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