Have been sitting next to the Mass-Spec all day and now my hearing in one ear is all funky. Curse you, Mass Spec.

( Science-babble )

Today I borrowed Peter's bike so that I can bike home from the climbing gym. Fuckin' bus. The super nice thing about a bike is that you don't rely on any kind of schedule--you just leave when you want and get home when you get home. No standing aimlessly in the cold, waiting for some driver to notice you in the dark. No creepy dudes at the bus stop. Bikedy bike. I really do need my own.

But that comes after tickets to Minnesota to see Anna and Emily sing their pants off (hopefully not, that might be embarrassing) and also having my bunny stripped of a uterus. It sounds so nice when you put it that way, doesn't it?

Also! I really need to clean up my room and get more lamps so it's not dark and cluttered and depressing. Indeed. It's still not completely clean from when I moved in. I might actually want to spend time there if it's clean and well-lit.

So yeah.