Methylations
Methyl is somewhat back to normal after a couple weeks of traveling. The second bit of traveling was more dramatic than planned. It was the day before I was to fly out and I'd organized everything and was even gonna print out a map of how to walk from my hotel in Boston to the place where the meeting was when I realized . . . the meeting wasn't in Boston. Turns out, I only needed to take the train an hour south, but there was a panic attack. I am now thankful that things in the new england area are very close together.
Today Methyl was awoken by a BANG BANG BANG. She crept out of bed and found a ladder by her bedroom window and a workman climbing up to the roof. Okay, no big deal. Methyl curls up again, unwilling to face the morning. Then DRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILL SAAAAAWWWWWW HORRIBLE NOISE!!!!!!! WTF. I still don't know what that was, but it went on for 20 min at a decibel level similar to a fire alarm. I think whatever the guy was doing was resonating some structural element and amplifying the noise to terrifying proportions. Apparently the whole building heard it.
And Methyl is reading up on non-Fickian diffusion in glassy polymer films, hoping to learn enough to put a sentence or two in this stupid manuscript that's almost done. Yeah, there's been science writing, but no fun writing. The phd must be finished and a job found (spazz) before Methyl can relax enough to tackle fiction. :(
Today Methyl was awoken by a BANG BANG BANG. She crept out of bed and found a ladder by her bedroom window and a workman climbing up to the roof. Okay, no big deal. Methyl curls up again, unwilling to face the morning. Then DRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILL SAAAAAWWWWWW HORRIBLE NOISE!!!!!!! WTF. I still don't know what that was, but it went on for 20 min at a decibel level similar to a fire alarm. I think whatever the guy was doing was resonating some structural element and amplifying the noise to terrifying proportions. Apparently the whole building heard it.
And Methyl is reading up on non-Fickian diffusion in glassy polymer films, hoping to learn enough to put a sentence or two in this stupid manuscript that's almost done. Yeah, there's been science writing, but no fun writing. The phd must be finished and a job found (spazz) before Methyl can relax enough to tackle fiction. :(