Nellie Bly and Joel Stein

I feel a bit on the lonely side today. I'm not entirely sure why. I got out of science a full half hour before normally possible, praise God. So to kill time I went and checked my mail, (another TIME magazine that I won't read...oh well, my subscription will expire soon. So much for that - I've been reading it for a good...what, eight years at least? I do think it's gone downhill, steadily, since then. But I have closely followed Joel Stein's writing career. He's my favorite, and I'm very glad that he went from an occasional "Essay" writer to having his own bimonthly "Awesome Column" with the occasional cover story. Good for him.), where were we? Oh, yes, checked my mail. Then I went to the RA work room and filled out a bit of paperwork to cover my ass a bit more for tomorrow's meeting with Katherine. I dread these a bit, but they've thus far always turned out well. If worse comes to worse I can always cry about how lonely I am. That saved me from a lecture about not turning in my paperwork on time, I believe, in my first meeting. But that aside, I went back into Patriot, but didn't really feel like imposing myself on Derek and Nick and crew. I always feel like I'm imposing myself on them whenever I go eat. Not on Nick, or really even Derek anymore, but on the others a bit. The girls feel sorry for me, I think. It's annoying. Or, at least that's the vibe I get. Oh well. So instead I took my bacon cheeseburger and peach tea to go and went back to my room to listen to a bit more of Nellie Bly's Ten Days in a Madhouse. I highly recommend it.

But more later. In the meantime, I've got to go drag myself out of bed (naps are good, as are starbucks double shots) and go help Sarah and Gen direct band rehearsal, as Prof. T is sick and doesn't want us to lose time to rehearse. I'm excited. I'd run the whole damn thing myself if I could.