gorbachev

What a week.

One of better friends was sent to the looney bin this weekend -- an indivdual with whom my academic fate lies (at least in part).

I had to go to the doctor for an unexplained infection in my eye lid (not-conjunctivitis), and am now on a course of antibiotics for ten days. Which would be fine except for the fact that vodka and beer are not ammenable to Keflex. So much for my status as an alcoholic.

The slave drivers at the firm still think I am going to change my mind and stay at the devil's work shop. Which really just means that they continue to assign work in hopes that my inability to say no to work will keep me a bit longer. FAT CHANCE.

Things are on pause concerning my application process, but things continue to progress. As I said to one of my former professors, recent events might have deterred me in the past; now I am to old to procrastinate.

I don't know if I have mentioned the band in the past, but it is going well. I am the youngest by thirty years, so I am (mistakenly) looked to for advice on what is "hip" now days. If I fit in with a bunch of old men, what makes them think I know what is hip and what is not. Fortunately, we are doing enough jazz, blues and straight-forward rock-and-roll that no one will know we really aren't hip, so to speak.

On a different note, someone should send me some good Commie, Anti-Facist images so I can change my profile pic. A good image of one of the stars in the Kremlin would be nice. I have yet to find a decent one.

Oh well.