I just emailed my advisor to cancel our meeting today. I know that he'll hold it against me, but right now, I can barely walk, even with crutches.

It's Mr. Boddy who was murdered, or has Colonel Mustard become a serial killer.

Colonel Mustard is a bastard, always with the killin'.

Conservatory, n. Perfectly sensible British word for an addition to a house that every good middle-class English family (and also the occasional Irish-Israeli gay couple) wants to have just off their kitchen.

Snow. There is snow on the ground outside the office. Sigh.

Seska, I missed the house pics. What? Where?

Also, what I really wanted to post before and couldn't coz I was in public space, but: GRRRRR!

In more human speech, meh, it's really all about timing, is it?

I was sitting with my French study meeting, conjugating verbs in 6 tenses like nobody's business, when a student entered the room. A cute student. He asked if we can fill a questionnaire for his doctorate research. I was the only one who could answer it (native tongue had to be Hebrew. Which reminds me, next time I'm having a foreign language study meeting? To make sure I'm not the only one who thinks in Hebrew, so they'll be able to understand me faster. Jesus. You really do think different when you use another language). And when I saw the form, and he asked me if the questions seemed familiar in any way (because if so, I can't answer it), and I saw they were based on Kahneman & Tversky research. So I couldn't help him with answering his questionnaire, but... we kindda continued talking. Because his eyes, dammit, his eyes... I could have drowned in his eyes. I should have drowned in his eyes. And when it starched to over 5 minute of flirting/talking, I felt it's too much (because it was, after all, a study group. It wasn't very ethical of me to start flirting above their heads as is), I kind of ended the conversation there (well, it lasted another minute or two, because every time something new came up).

I should have said "screw it" and go after him. Continue the flirt. I tried searching for him later, but no good came out of it.

So, GRRRRRR. Cute guy, similar interests (in the broad sense of the word. He is, after all, a doctoral student of psychology - sociology's arch-nemesis), amazing eyes, falls on me from heaven, and I ended the conversation due to courtesy. *headdesk*

ION: my first field work, first meeting, was set to 29.4. And my informant just suggest "hey, I think you should come here for 2-3 days, if you'd like". Am I having the world's most laid-back guy as an informant, or what?

So...my cousin is having her skin cancer surgery today and I am freaking out. I don't know why. It's not dangerous surgery, and I really do think everything is going to turn out to be fine. And yet? Everytime I think about it, I feel like I'm about to cry.

DJ, I so totally know what you mean. The whole thing is scary, even if the surgery isn't particularly dangerous. Take care of yourself and just feel what you need to feel.

{{Daisy}} I'm sorry. Sending good vibes for successful surgery. With excellent results quickly, so everyone can breathe a sigh of relief!

Thank you. I think that I've been trying to be aware of it, but not really think about it, and today I have to think about it, so my brain is just now dealing with all the implications.

~ma, both to you and your cousin, DJ. It is scary. {{}}