Two and half days. That is how long my body tolerated my All Chex Mix Diet before going into revolt. I remember Margaret Cho talking about how her All Clementines Diet betrayed her in her car. Fortunately I didnt hit that level of dire, but nonetheless I think it will be a meat and potatoes night.

Today on the bus to summer nerd camp/the shuttle to work, I was asking fate to let me know how today would be. This is usally done by playing soliataire on my phone, creating a little world where I dont have to listen to undergrads screaming about protein channels and their work in Angola. Just as I was getting ready to win, which would signal a good day ahead, a spider appeared out of nowhere and tried to run up my coat sleeve. Fate, I beseach you. No spiders before the third cup of coffee, huh?


You know, I have finally come to realize that I must not know bout Beyonce like I thought I did.