Greetings from Tuscany! So, you''ll notice that a bunch of new entries appeared below: now that I'm on vacation I have finally had time to start recording my Tuscany trip (and a little before), and I've decided to post these entries according to the date they describe so they appear in chronological order on this blog. Thank god that backdating blog entries, unlike backdating stock certificates, is perfectly legal! :) But I still wanted to note this in case any of you who checks back regularly is not confused.
Anyway, enjoy! I'll try to post photos soon.
3/22/2007
Tuscany, Day 1 (Part 1)
SwissAir was perfectly on time, and I had a stress-free stopover in Zurich. This being Switzerland, the place was filled with boring banker types with subtly expensive suits, leather suitcases, eyeglasses, and no personality whatsoever. I looked at them, amused by how they fit every cliché in the book about the Swiss. And Jesus, the place is OVERRUN with them! I think the only other place I saw quite so many banker-types was in the Frankfurt am Main airport
The (very empty) flight to Milan was 35 minutes, and the unsmiling, super-proper flight attendant gave us chocolates. The captain and the crew spoke to us in English, German, and French, which was a bit odd given that this was a flight to Italy. But there appeared to be no Italian on the plane. Probably no Italian would ever want to go to Switzerland. I can understand it if no Italian would ever want to leave their wonderful, wonderful country. Almost every European I have met while I was living in Germany loves Italy and want to live there one day, and the Italians… they already live there! Lucky them.
So, did I mention that I reserved a Smart car to drive around while I am in Italy? I have been scared and excited at the prospect all week. I have never driven a car so small before, and I am certain that if I ever crash into anything, even if just a tree at 20 mile per hour, there is just no way I would survive. The car is just too small and provides no protection whatsoever. I’m sure I, along with the car, would just be crushed like peanuts.
But anyway, I collected my car at the Milan airport. It’s a small silver car, and there is just enough space in the back to put in my suitcase, and I put my backpack on the seat next to me since there is no one traveling me (sigh…).
It’s so weird looking at the car! From the front it looks kind of like a normal car, and then you look at it from the side, and it’s like the second half is just cut off.
Anyway, I got into the car and played with the controls, figured out how to turn the lights on and off, how to operate the windshield wipers, etc. It took me QUITE a while to figure out how to get the car in “drive” mode, and I had to experiment a little. NOT a good thing! The car has a lot of places to store things, but no cup holder, which is kind of annoying. Also, the gas pedal is kind of loose, so you have to step on it really hard. The brake seems to work excellently though.
A surprise: the car is actually a convertible, and the top went back when I accidentally pressed on this button. Kind of cool, though the value of this is probably lost on me because I actually have the feeling of wind on my face when I drive. I like everything in the car to be very… controlled, and also wind tends to mess up my hair. Yes, I know I sound like a moron.
So, off we go, driving in the Milanese countryside! Actually, for about 2 hours after leaving Milan, you see nothing but the concrete highway, concrete office buildings, malls, and gray auto stops. Not that different from the States (or the suburb of every developed country). After a few hours of driving, I was getting hungry and sleepy, so I went off the highway to this service area with a cafeteria/convenience store –type place called “Autogrill”. Sounds really ghetto, right? Looked really quite terrible from the outside, too. But inside – what a surprise! There is a self-service area, with the freshest salads I had ever seen, mounds of fresh-cut fruits like kiwi and strawberries, a dozen delicious-looking cheeses, thinly cut prosciuttos, juicy hams, steaming plates of pastas, bowls of soup, and lots and lots of bread. Wow. I immediately began piling up stuff on my tray, and really had to control myself to not get too much.
In the end, I got a salad, two types of cheese, and this piece of ham which the lady grilled for me on the spot. Everything was totally yummy, and I left the “Autogrille” feeling extremely content and full.
Sadly, about 20 minutes into driving some more, the fact that I had just eaten and all the blood when to my stomach, and the fact that I hadn’t slept the night before and only 3 hours the previous night really began to bear on my driving, and I began catching myself falling asleep. Not a good thing, especially driving on an Italian highway (more on this later). So I took the next exit, which happened to be Parma.
(to be continued…)
The (very empty) flight to Milan was 35 minutes, and the unsmiling, super-proper flight attendant gave us chocolates. The captain and the crew spoke to us in English, German, and French, which was a bit odd given that this was a flight to Italy. But there appeared to be no Italian on the plane. Probably no Italian would ever want to go to Switzerland. I can understand it if no Italian would ever want to leave their wonderful, wonderful country. Almost every European I have met while I was living in Germany loves Italy and want to live there one day, and the Italians… they already live there! Lucky them.
So, did I mention that I reserved a Smart car to drive around while I am in Italy? I have been scared and excited at the prospect all week. I have never driven a car so small before, and I am certain that if I ever crash into anything, even if just a tree at 20 mile per hour, there is just no way I would survive. The car is just too small and provides no protection whatsoever. I’m sure I, along with the car, would just be crushed like peanuts.
But anyway, I collected my car at the Milan airport. It’s a small silver car, and there is just enough space in the back to put in my suitcase, and I put my backpack on the seat next to me since there is no one traveling me (sigh…).
It’s so weird looking at the car! From the front it looks kind of like a normal car, and then you look at it from the side, and it’s like the second half is just cut off.
Anyway, I got into the car and played with the controls, figured out how to turn the lights on and off, how to operate the windshield wipers, etc. It took me QUITE a while to figure out how to get the car in “drive” mode, and I had to experiment a little. NOT a good thing! The car has a lot of places to store things, but no cup holder, which is kind of annoying. Also, the gas pedal is kind of loose, so you have to step on it really hard. The brake seems to work excellently though.
A surprise: the car is actually a convertible, and the top went back when I accidentally pressed on this button. Kind of cool, though the value of this is probably lost on me because I actually have the feeling of wind on my face when I drive. I like everything in the car to be very… controlled, and also wind tends to mess up my hair. Yes, I know I sound like a moron.
So, off we go, driving in the Milanese countryside! Actually, for about 2 hours after leaving Milan, you see nothing but the concrete highway, concrete office buildings, malls, and gray auto stops. Not that different from the States (or the suburb of every developed country). After a few hours of driving, I was getting hungry and sleepy, so I went off the highway to this service area with a cafeteria/convenience store –type place called “Autogrill”. Sounds really ghetto, right? Looked really quite terrible from the outside, too. But inside – what a surprise! There is a self-service area, with the freshest salads I had ever seen, mounds of fresh-cut fruits like kiwi and strawberries, a dozen delicious-looking cheeses, thinly cut prosciuttos, juicy hams, steaming plates of pastas, bowls of soup, and lots and lots of bread. Wow. I immediately began piling up stuff on my tray, and really had to control myself to not get too much.
In the end, I got a salad, two types of cheese, and this piece of ham which the lady grilled for me on the spot. Everything was totally yummy, and I left the “Autogrille” feeling extremely content and full.
Sadly, about 20 minutes into driving some more, the fact that I had just eaten and all the blood when to my stomach, and the fact that I hadn’t slept the night before and only 3 hours the previous night really began to bear on my driving, and I began catching myself falling asleep. Not a good thing, especially driving on an Italian highway (more on this later). So I took the next exit, which happened to be Parma.
(to be continued…)
3/21/2007
Tuscany, Day 0
I worked for the entire day today and only slept 3 hours at night – looking up cheap accommodations in Tuscany (so many choices!), doing RA work for Professor RB (didn’t finish before I left, sadly, so will have to do stuff while on vacation. Sigh. At least I will be doing it in a beautiful setting… beats being at home any day I guess.)
I got up this morning at 9:30, had planned to go to corps, but then just… didn’t. I actually missed my corps class for the entire week! Should I be worried about my lack of motivation? I just have so many last-minute things to do!
I had already begun packing the night before, and was in fact about 80% finished. But I also needed to wash dishes, clean up and tidy my apartment a bit, and organize books to take with me on my trip (yes, I’m bringing law books! Don’t bother telling me that I won’t have time to read anything on my trip! :P) My parents are coming up to B-Town to meet some friends over the weekend and wanted to stay in my apartment. Too bad I won’t be there. I had warned them that my place will be a bit messier and dirtier than usual, due to having no time. My mom promised that she wouldn’t mind, and also said she would clean up for me. He he.
Then of course there was the stress of making sure I hadn’t forgotten anything, which makes me rather listless and completely useless for a couple of hours right before leaving (constantly checking and rechecking that I had all my travel essentials… Passport? Wallet? Laptop? (Can’t leave home without my beloved laptop!) Atkins snack bars? (this is in case I get stranded in the middle of nowhere without any food, then I will just whip out my Atkins meal replacement bars and rest contented knowing that it has 17 grams of protein and only 1 gram of sugar!)
I’ve developed a few travel quirks over the years. I like to think of them as “tricks”, but they are tricks that probably only works for me. For one thing, I always pack a few bottled water in my shipped luggage, because I want to make sure that when I get to the destination I wouldn’t have to run around trying to find water when I’m thirsty, or be forced to drink tap water. Another is that I like to bring some food, in case I get stranded somewhere and feel hungry. Another is that I like to bring some ziplock bags. The ones that holds a gallon (or was it a quart? Whatever. It’s the large ones). They are very versatile and one never knows when one needs them. I put shampoo bottles that are likely to spill, or small items that are easily lost if not grouped together, or dirty clothes in them. They are so useful.
Anyway, left my apartment around 5:30, almost half an hour behind schedule. Took the subway to the airport; got there about an hour before my flight takes off, and made it through security with no problem. Had just enough time to shoot off an email to Professor B before I boarded the plane, and called my parents before taking off to let them know that I was on my way to Italy.
SwissAir was everything that I remembered about SwissAir. Efficient, generous, but cold and business-like. The flight attendants do not smile when they look at you. They speak stiffly and precisely. But, there is a little TV on the back of every seat with like 5 movies showing and 7 games you can play, they give you as much wine as you want, their travel itinary actually maeks sense (as opposed to Air France, whose itineraries are made by a deranged person who thinks it’s perfectly fine to have passengers race with their bags down the runway of Charles de Gaulle chasing after their planes), and in the morning they serve up hot croissants that you can eat to your heart’s content, so I’m happy. See, it doesn’t take a lot. Airlines of the world, take note!
So I read my corps study aid, tried to sleep (couldn't), and watched this awful movie called Deja Vu with Denzel Washington off and on. The guy sitting next to me, who spoke German to the flight attendant with a weird accent that was probably Swiss (he he), kept on smiling at me, clearly wanting to talk. But I hate talking strangers when I'm on a plane - it's already so uncomfortable that I just want to be alone. So I tried not to look at him, and I think he got the message, and soon went to sleep. Phew.
I got up this morning at 9:30, had planned to go to corps, but then just… didn’t. I actually missed my corps class for the entire week! Should I be worried about my lack of motivation? I just have so many last-minute things to do!
I had already begun packing the night before, and was in fact about 80% finished. But I also needed to wash dishes, clean up and tidy my apartment a bit, and organize books to take with me on my trip (yes, I’m bringing law books! Don’t bother telling me that I won’t have time to read anything on my trip! :P) My parents are coming up to B-Town to meet some friends over the weekend and wanted to stay in my apartment. Too bad I won’t be there. I had warned them that my place will be a bit messier and dirtier than usual, due to having no time. My mom promised that she wouldn’t mind, and also said she would clean up for me. He he.
Then of course there was the stress of making sure I hadn’t forgotten anything, which makes me rather listless and completely useless for a couple of hours right before leaving (constantly checking and rechecking that I had all my travel essentials… Passport? Wallet? Laptop? (Can’t leave home without my beloved laptop!) Atkins snack bars? (this is in case I get stranded in the middle of nowhere without any food, then I will just whip out my Atkins meal replacement bars and rest contented knowing that it has 17 grams of protein and only 1 gram of sugar!)
I’ve developed a few travel quirks over the years. I like to think of them as “tricks”, but they are tricks that probably only works for me. For one thing, I always pack a few bottled water in my shipped luggage, because I want to make sure that when I get to the destination I wouldn’t have to run around trying to find water when I’m thirsty, or be forced to drink tap water
Anyway, left my apartment around 5:30, almost half an hour behind schedule. Took the subway to the airport; got there about an hour before my flight takes off, and made it through security with no problem. Had just enough time to shoot off an email to Professor B before I boarded the plane, and called my parents before taking off to let them know that I was on my way to Italy.
SwissAir was everything that I remembered about SwissAir. Efficient, generous, but cold and business-like. The flight attendants do not smile when they look at you. They speak stiffly and precisely. But, there is a little TV on the back of every seat with like 5 movies showing and 7 games you can play, they give you as much wine as you want, their travel itinary actually maeks sense (as opposed to Air France, whose itineraries are made by a deranged person who thinks it’s perfectly fine to have passengers race with their bags down the runway of Charles de Gaulle chasing after their planes), and in the morning they serve up hot croissants that you can eat to your heart’s content, so I’m happy. See, it doesn’t take a lot. Airlines of the world, take note!
So I read my corps study aid, tried to sleep (couldn't), and watched this awful movie called Deja Vu with Denzel Washington off and on. The guy sitting next to me, who spoke German to the flight attendant with a weird accent that was probably Swiss (he he), kept on smiling at me, clearly wanting to talk. But I hate talking strangers when I'm on a plane - it's already so uncomfortable that I just want to be alone. So I tried not to look at him, and I think he got the message, and soon went to sleep. Phew.
3/20/2007
Tuscany, Day -1
Okay, so this post is not officially about traveling in Tuscany yet. But still, since the trip is on my mind (and I'm on the trip) I thought I should just count this day as a pre-trip day. :-)
Today I went to the mall on the other side of town with ABS to get my stupid portrait taken for my stupid law firm. I am about 1.5 months late in submitting the “professionally taken, professional attired, black-and-white” photo for the summer associates facebook, and finally decided to bite the bullet and do it before I leave for Italy. Fun, I know. Not.
But at least I got some quality time hanging out with ABS out of it. We aren’t seeing as much of each other as we did last semester, since we only have one class together this semester and that class only meets every two weeks. Also, law review apparently really picked up this semester, so he’s hanging out all the time at their depressing office. Since I cannot seem to enter that office without leaving with at least 3 bagels in my stomach (why can’t they serve healthier food there?!), I avoid going there as much as I can. (Though I still seem to end up there at least once a week, much to the chagrin of my stomach, which keeps getting larger and larger…)
Anyway, so I got my picture taken with the photographer at Sears Studio. Super ghetto, and the photographer made me do 14 different poses!! Was that really necessary?! As far as I could tell, the only difference was that I sometimes smiled with my mouth closed and sometimes smiled with my mouth open. (I look better smiling with my mouth open, in case you are wondering… because I look more exuberant and sincere. I’m sure my firm wants all its associates looking exuberant and sincerely and just DELIGHTED to work for the clients!).
The photo session took an hour or so, partly because I couldn’t remember what sized photo my firm wanted, and didn’t have the information with me, so tried to call my firm to find out. Ah yes, I know, what a good impression I’m making already before I even started working there! Sadly, the legal recruiting all left and the operator there had no idea. While all this was happening, AG called me and we had a somewhat anguished conversation, cut short by my phone battery running out. Yes, it was a pretty hectic day. I finally decided just to order a set of prints whose size made sense to ME, and damn the firm if it wasn’t the right one. I checked after I got home, and the size I got was probably fine.
ABS waited for me at Borders while I took the photos, then we walked around the mall a bit trying to decide where to eat. We finally ate at the food court, where there was a surprisingly decent Japanese sushi stand where they sold excellent salmon sashimi for $1 a piece. I was skeptical at first and ordered 3 pieces, was absolutely delighted by the quality, then ordered 6 pieces more. I would have ordered more too, but felt quite full b/c I had also ordered vegetarian rolls. I vowed to go back to that place as soon as I could.
After dinner, ABS and I rode the bus home. He went back to his 2nd home the law review office, while I went to my real home, worked on research for RB, and researched for places to stay while I’m in Tuscany. E called around 9:30 to wish me a happy trip and we talked for a bit. He was the one who really encouraged me to go (and the one who made the point that the few hundred dollar difference in price wouldn’t really matter now that I’m making the big bucks in the summer – oh but I have so many uses for the big bucks! I think I’ve probably already spent most of it by preemptively buying all sorts of things by now. And the rent this summer is seriously going to kill me. But anyway.)
Didn’t go to sleep until 4:30 am.
Today I went to the mall on the other side of town with ABS to get my stupid portrait taken for my stupid law firm. I am about 1.5 months late in submitting the “professionally taken, professional attired, black-and-white” photo for the summer associates facebook, and finally decided to bite the bullet and do it before I leave for Italy. Fun, I know. Not.
But at least I got some quality time hanging out with ABS out of it. We aren’t seeing as much of each other as we did last semester, since we only have one class together this semester and that class only meets every two weeks. Also, law review apparently really picked up this semester, so he’s hanging out all the time at their depressing office. Since I cannot seem to enter that office without leaving with at least 3 bagels in my stomach (why can’t they serve healthier food there?!), I avoid going there as much as I can. (Though I still seem to end up there at least once a week, much to the chagrin of my stomach, which keeps getting larger and larger…)
Anyway, so I got my picture taken with the photographer at Sears Studio. Super ghetto, and the photographer made me do 14 different poses!! Was that really necessary?! As far as I could tell, the only difference was that I sometimes smiled with my mouth closed and sometimes smiled with my mouth open. (I look better smiling with my mouth open, in case you are wondering… because I look more exuberant and sincere. I’m sure my firm wants all its associates looking exuberant and sincerely and just DELIGHTED to work for the clients!).
The photo session took an hour or so, partly because I couldn’t remember what sized photo my firm wanted, and didn’t have the information with me, so tried to call my firm to find out. Ah yes, I know, what a good impression I’m making already before I even started working there! Sadly, the legal recruiting all left and the operator there had no idea. While all this was happening, AG called me and we had a somewhat anguished conversation, cut short by my phone battery running out. Yes, it was a pretty hectic day. I finally decided just to order a set of prints whose size made sense to ME, and damn the firm if it wasn’t the right one. I checked after I got home, and the size I got was probably fine.
ABS waited for me at Borders while I took the photos, then we walked around the mall a bit trying to decide where to eat. We finally ate at the food court, where there was a surprisingly decent Japanese sushi stand where they sold excellent salmon sashimi for $1 a piece. I was skeptical at first and ordered 3 pieces, was absolutely delighted by the quality, then ordered 6 pieces more. I would have ordered more too, but felt quite full b/c I had also ordered vegetarian rolls. I vowed to go back to that place as soon as I could.
After dinner, ABS and I rode the bus home. He went back to his 2nd home the law review office, while I went to my real home, worked on research for RB, and researched for places to stay while I’m in Tuscany. E called around 9:30 to wish me a happy trip and we talked for a bit. He was the one who really encouraged me to go (and the one who made the point that the few hundred dollar difference in price wouldn’t really matter now that I’m making the big bucks in the summer – oh but I have so many uses for the big bucks! I think I’ve probably already spent most of it by preemptively buying all sorts of things by now. And the rent this summer is seriously going to kill me. But anyway.)
Didn’t go to sleep until 4:30 am.
3/12/2007
Tuscany!
In spite of my insane schedule, I still wanted to post in celebration of the ticket I just bought to Milan. I'm leaving next Wednesday and will be in Italy for a week. I'm flying SwissAir; the price was totally reasonable ($580), with a short stopover in Zurich. I plan on renting a car (already found a Mini for about $30 / day) from the airport and drive south immediately, hopefully running through some nice little towns on the way, and eventually stop for a couple of days in Florence.
There is a lot to do before then, including finishing the research on my local government law paper and starting my independent writing, but I'm soooo looking forward to this!
Tomorrow, I'm going to go to the wonderful travel book downtown to pick up a few travel guides to Tuscany. Yay! :)
There is a lot to do before then, including finishing the research on my local government law paper and starting my independent writing, but I'm soooo looking forward to this!
Tomorrow, I'm going to go to the wonderful travel book downtown to pick up a few travel guides to Tuscany. Yay! :)
3/05/2007
Monday Blues
God, Mondays are so exhausting, especially since I have been determined to wean myself off caffeine (hence, no coffee/tea) and sweet tooth (hence, no candy or sugar high). I had three hardcore classes today, and even though I had read for all (well, most) of them, I was still so tired, especially in the afternoon, that I could barely follow what the professor was saying.
By the time I got out of local government law today, I was barely walking. Every single muscle literally felt sore and I couldn't wait to go home.
After the absurdly happy weekend where I walked around in a very good mood, today sure dragged me down to earth fast.
Tomorrow I have FOUR classes, from 10:30 nearly nonstop until 6:45! Argh! I can already foresee what kind of a zombie I will be by the time I get home...
In other news, I am almost certain that I want to go to Tuscany for spring break. Tickets are not cheap, but E made the point the other night that time is and will always be a luxury and I should enjoy it while I can, and money will soon not be. Well, at least the kind of money that I am talking about - a few hundred dollars. I think he's right.
By the time I got out of local government law today, I was barely walking. Every single muscle literally felt sore and I couldn't wait to go home.
After the absurdly happy weekend where I walked around in a very good mood, today sure dragged me down to earth fast.
Tomorrow I have FOUR classes, from 10:30 nearly nonstop until 6:45! Argh! I can already foresee what kind of a zombie I will be by the time I get home...
In other news, I am almost certain that I want to go to Tuscany for spring break. Tickets are not cheap, but E made the point the other night that time is and will always be a luxury and I should enjoy it while I can, and money will soon not be. Well, at least the kind of money that I am talking about - a few hundred dollars. I think he's right.
3/02/2007
Flossy?
You can laugh at my bad taste, but I have been obsessed with Fergie's song Glamorous for the past few days. I first heard it a week ago while running on the treadmill at the gym. There's just something so deliciously... vulgar... about the song. (And of course, it is EXTREMELY catchy. I have had it in my head ever since the first time I heard it.) The comic ridiculousness of the music video only adds to its appeal.
And of course there is the intriguing conflicting message in the song, which i have been devoting a lot of thought to while not thinking about my mountain of work. :) Fergie says in the beginning that she "won't be changed by the glamorous," and then proceeds to catalogue all the ways in which she's still a down to earth girl, who goes to Taco Bell, etc. (Also, since when is a fastfood drive-through a "raw-as-hell" experience? Well anyway.) But then the background chant is "if you ain't got no money take your broke ass home," a chant that she apparently joins in from time to time. Also, the rap interlude is basically an extollation of money, so... is Fergie perhaps of two minds about this? Or rather, is the main part of her song a struggle against the overpowering message about wealth and fame that the "industry" sends?
And finally, what on earth is "flossy" anyway? I must be getting old...
Today the song finally became downloadable on iTunes, and guess who has been putting it on repeat while I work through my raw-as-hell admin law reading assignments? (I'm sure my neighbor is ready to kill me.)
In other news, today I am in an irrationally good mood. Nothing substantial's changed between yesterday and today. It's not like I suddenly got my work done, but almost from the moment I got up (7:45 am, in case you're interested... yes, I'm still sticking with my healthy lifestyle), I have been in a good mood, and even the rain was not enough to dampen it. I went to the gym and ran/walked for 5 miles, came home, showered, then ran out for lunch with J, which was nice and gossipy. Also ran into AG, who is indeed getting his divorce and has stopped wearing his ring. Didn't really have time to speak to him long, but exchanged pleasantries and thanked him for his books. I then went to corps with Prof. H, then came home quickly before setting off to visit DPP and to play scrabble with him - the first time I've done so this semester, in fact. I lost both games, the second one rather narrowly. DPP remains unbeatable, but I won't give up.
Then went to ABS's apartment, hung out with his cat Pandora for a bit, who was obviously starved for attention after being left alone all day. Fed her and stroked her, and then spent a long time trying to get all the cat hair off my black skirt. Finally decided the enterprise was hopeless.
Came home around 9 - got on the phone with parents while I cooked, and chatted with a bit with my mom. Then sat down and enjoyed my turkey meatloaf and steamed kale. [Burp]
Well, back to reading admin law. Sigh.
And of course there is the intriguing conflicting message in the song, which i have been devoting a lot of thought to while not thinking about my mountain of work. :) Fergie says in the beginning that she "won't be changed by the glamorous," and then proceeds to catalogue all the ways in which she's still a down to earth girl, who goes to Taco Bell, etc. (Also, since when is a fastfood drive-through a "raw-as-hell" experience? Well anyway.) But then the background chant is "if you ain't got no money take your broke ass home," a chant that she apparently joins in from time to time. Also, the rap interlude is basically an extollation of money, so... is Fergie perhaps of two minds about this? Or rather, is the main part of her song a struggle against the overpowering message about wealth and fame that the "industry" sends?
And finally, what on earth is "flossy" anyway? I must be getting old...
Today the song finally became downloadable on iTunes, and guess who has been putting it on repeat while I work through my raw-as-hell admin law reading assignments? (I'm sure my neighbor is ready to kill me.)
In other news, today I am in an irrationally good mood. Nothing substantial's changed between yesterday and today. It's not like I suddenly got my work done, but almost from the moment I got up (7:45 am, in case you're interested... yes, I'm still sticking with my healthy lifestyle), I have been in a good mood, and even the rain was not enough to dampen it. I went to the gym and ran/walked for 5 miles, came home, showered, then ran out for lunch with J, which was nice and gossipy. Also ran into AG, who is indeed getting his divorce and has stopped wearing his ring. Didn't really have time to speak to him long, but exchanged pleasantries and thanked him for his books. I then went to corps with Prof. H, then came home quickly before setting off to visit DPP and to play scrabble with him - the first time I've done so this semester, in fact. I lost both games, the second one rather narrowly. DPP remains unbeatable, but I won't give up.
Then went to ABS's apartment, hung out with his cat Pandora for a bit, who was obviously starved for attention after being left alone all day. Fed her and stroked her, and then spent a long time trying to get all the cat hair off my black skirt. Finally decided the enterprise was hopeless.
Came home around 9 - got on the phone with parents while I cooked, and chatted with a bit with my mom. Then sat down and enjoyed my turkey meatloaf and steamed kale. [Burp]
Well, back to reading admin law. Sigh.
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