i don't believe in time

Monday night half-priced margaritas at C.O. Jones -- amazing idea that we all should have had months (or maybe years?) ago. It's too bad State St. is so damn far away, though the minibus is a (somewhat) trusty friend. Over drinks we came up with the inspired idea of a road trip to Montreal this weekend, but unfortunately that plan was born too late as well. After this weekend, there are only two more days left in lab and there's way too much to get done. The summer is coming to a close and I'm freaking out.

So here is where I will be for the next month:

My little desk in my little dungeon of an office upstairs where I will determine whether it's possible to succeed at a six hour standardized test after only twenty consecutive days of study. I will emerge in late August, pasty and fat, because all I will be doing is sitting. and eating. and filling in exam bubbles. cheers!

Oh and speaking of fat -- Andres, if you're out there, I'm sad to say that your departure to Europe marks the end of our friendship. The NY Times reports proof of the damage your acquaintance might do to me. I'm sorry, but you understand, I really just can't put my figure in jeopardy by associating with the obese. guten tag! auf wiedersehn! :)