I sincerely hope it is a gimmick to get some attention. I mean, i'm assuming she really means outer labia-bling..but still. again with the ouch!

I want to try a Two Bits. One of my friends introduced me to a drink called a Naughty Presbyterian. I love the name, but the drink is tasty too. I don't precisely recall what's in it, but I think it's bourbon, Grand Marnier, ginger beer, and a splash of bitters.

I sincerely hope it is a gimmick to get some attention. I mean, i'm assuming she really means outer labia-bling..but still. again with the ouch!

Oh, either way, it's a gimmick to get attention.

The labia blind sounds like something burlesque chicks would do.

I'm watching Gone Baby Gone on USA and amused as he'll that whole scenes have been dubbed with "freak you" and similar things because they can't use cuss words, but there are SO MANY of them

My mom called AGAIN.

"Have you thought about it?" she said. "I thought I'd give you 24 hours."

"No," I said, "I did not think about it. We are done talking about the necklace."

"What do you mean, done talking about the necklace?"

"I don't want to talk about the necklace. We can talk about anything else but the necklace." Oh, not anything else, let's not talk about marriage-related things at all. "Let's talk about Sherlock Holmes. Anything else, not the necklace."

I could get the locket and put it in my wallet, but I always had to keep the wallet with me. Could I do that? I didn't have to wear it, but I said I'd keep it on me.

"No," I said.

"Why are you being so stubborn?" she said.

"Why are you being so stubborn?" I said, almost laughing. "We are not talking about the necklace or the locket or anything related to it."

It was just like taking medicine. If I was sick, I took medicine, and it was just like that. Could I at least go pick up the locket tomorrow? Go on Thursday.

"No."

"Okay, then go right now."

"I'm not—" I couldn't even finish because it was getting too ridiculous.

Finally, I pulled the plug: "We are not talking about this necklace anymore, goodbye!" And I hung up.

I'm still shaking, and my heart is pounding. This is getting harder and easier at the same time.

I finished my interviews for today. In all, I think one went very well, one went OK, and one I have no clue about because he really didn't ask me any questions -- he described the department and the program (which is a bit different than the usual) and asked, "Would you be OK with that?" a few times, and then asked if I had any questions.

Oh. And I seem to have met a cute Jewish almost-vegan mathematician guy. I think he might have a girlfriend.

Excellent work, P-C. It does get easier. I hope your mother gets the clue sooner rather than later, though, because easier doesn't mean it's never not hard.

Sounds like a productive day, Hil. I hope tomorrow's interviews go well, too.

Excellent work, P-C. It does get easier. I hope your mother gets the clue sooner rather than later, though, because easier doesn't mean it's never not hard.

What Sail said.

Hil, I hope you end up with some great offers so that you can use them to negotiate for better perqs or money.

FREE CHOCOLATE FUCK YEAH!

I can see why you are enthusiastic.

My favorite kind of chocolate? FREE!

My favorite kind of fuck? CHOCOLATE!

Excellent work, P-C. It does get easier. I hope your mother gets the clue sooner rather than later, though, because easier doesn't mean it's never not hard.

This.