"like when the Dave Matthews Band comes to town"

[greendoorknob]

I spent this afternoon (...evening) researchin' my microfinance project in the management library, which smells like spray starch and is furnished in tones of pukebeige, sad-gray, fakewood, and "chrome".
My directed study advisor continues to delight.  Up until now, our communication has been brief and professional. 
I sent him an update e-mail a few hours ago.  To that, just now, he responds:

Woo hoo!
You have had a good day!

1. Attached you will find a report with some woman related microcredit stats,  the report may not be useful to you but in might cite useful references.
   
2. You may already have the attached “Study of Malay Women”
   
3. Additional databases which may or may not be helpful

...followed by the longest list of awesome shit, ever.  I had to scroll and scroll forever. 
Why do I get the impression he's just as jazzed about this as I am?

This is all way satisfying.

Still in a state of cautious excitement about Individual of Interest. 
Working on eliminating the "cautious". 
Avoided writing "Cape Cod" in my planner the other day, because I didn't want to jinx it.
(I usually write exciting things in my planner, and, no, this would not be in pink pen).
Maybe it should be?

Did say something to Claudia, though.

Goober to the max, squeaky new Sambas, shittier time management skills than I.
Sigh!

But now I'm in SMG at 7pm on a Friday.
WAMP WAAAAAAMP.
Time to hit the exit button.