Monday
It's quiet and overcast here, thank goodness. I hope it rains; we need it. Freakshow accompanied me to church yesterday. She didn't want to go to Sunday school, so I asked her if she wanted to sit in on the service with me. She said yes. She was very good, although a bit wriggly towards the end--courtesy of a 6-year-old bladder. Probably her favorite parts were the doughnut and the singing. My favorite part was when the minister got choked up talking about how churches need to be inclusive of their GLBT congregation. I love my church--it's not every house of worship that sings Lady Gaga's "Born This Way."
Researching a story about glass and invertebrates and xenobiology and mycoplasmids. Fun is had by all.
The anti-depressants are stil holding up, although I am occasionally finding my cool approach to things a little disconcerting after the Sturm und Drang of the first 5+ months of this year. It makes me not know who I am. Although the me pre-med switch and the me post-med switch both think Sam Worthington is sick hot.
Researching a story about glass and invertebrates and xenobiology and mycoplasmids. Fun is had by all.
The anti-depressants are stil holding up, although I am occasionally finding my cool approach to things a little disconcerting after the Sturm und Drang of the first 5+ months of this year. It makes me not know who I am. Although the me pre-med switch and the me post-med switch both think Sam Worthington is sick hot.