Ugh
Would I be a good boy and write my japanese composition last night to turn in today? Need I ask? That lure of a new deep dish cast-iron pan lent itself to the creation of a most wonderful boeuf burguignon, aka beef stew. Had Cyndie over for this, a traditional french recipie if there ever was one, trying to mix the pickiest eater I've ever damn met w/some old school french cookin'. W/wonderful results of course.
'Course, that meant me up @5:30am skippin' a run to write this japanese composition due like today. Topic was to write a letter to my japanese instructor asking for a letter of recommendation for an NSF postdoc fellowship to Japan, all in the nihon-go. So 6.5 hours of intense kanji later, I walk into class, throw it down, and then sit through ~2h of japanese all on toppa that. Ugh-mothafuckin'-ugh that hurt, only to slap myself into lab and do the chemo thing till like now. Trying to wade through a funk of crude rxns, needin' purifyin', NMR'in, all the while trying to get another started. Managed one for the overnight deal, but no more. I am freakin' done.
But checky checky: y'all know that wee problem of schedulin' I have? Like going to a party in LA till dawn only to run a kazillion miles the next morning? Yeah, I thought I was past that, but looking onto that horizon of a calendar I've noticed that on March 18th there's another annual installment of the Pisces Passion Party up in the LA area (unfortunately not at Space Island!). Of course the next morning I'm scheduled to run a 23 mile long run (SD to Solana Beach and back), but on toppa that?!? Beer mile. Yeah, I know. Certifiable. We'll see, we'll see.
Either way, there will be pictures. Yes. Y.E.S.
Would I be a good boy and write my japanese composition last night to turn in today? Need I ask? That lure of a new deep dish cast-iron pan lent itself to the creation of a most wonderful boeuf burguignon, aka beef stew. Had Cyndie over for this, a traditional french recipie if there ever was one, trying to mix the pickiest eater I've ever damn met w/some old school french cookin'. W/wonderful results of course.
'Course, that meant me up @5:30am skippin' a run to write this japanese composition due like today. Topic was to write a letter to my japanese instructor asking for a letter of recommendation for an NSF postdoc fellowship to Japan, all in the nihon-go. So 6.5 hours of intense kanji later, I walk into class, throw it down, and then sit through ~2h of japanese all on toppa that. Ugh-mothafuckin'-ugh that hurt, only to slap myself into lab and do the chemo thing till like now. Trying to wade through a funk of crude rxns, needin' purifyin', NMR'in, all the while trying to get another started. Managed one for the overnight deal, but no more. I am freakin' done.
But checky checky: y'all know that wee problem of schedulin' I have? Like going to a party in LA till dawn only to run a kazillion miles the next morning? Yeah, I thought I was past that, but looking onto that horizon of a calendar I've noticed that on March 18th there's another annual installment of the Pisces Passion Party up in the LA area (unfortunately not at Space Island!). Of course the next morning I'm scheduled to run a 23 mile long run (SD to Solana Beach and back), but on toppa that?!? Beer mile. Yeah, I know. Certifiable. We'll see, we'll see.
Either way, there will be pictures. Yes. Y.E.S.
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This class assignment of yours is like some unholy Venn diagram crossover of all the separate spheres in one's life.