In a letter to Linda, I relate the whole Thiago situation:

Well, first of all, you are quite the hilarious one calling him Fabio which might as well be his goddamn name. Thiago. Close enough. Like Santiago without the "san ( Read more... )

Brief tryst.

Dark room.

Finally!

What kind of a loser is IN THE LAB at 10PM on a Friday night?

This kind.

Moved out. Moved in with Liz.

Good times. 10 min away from lab.

Thank God.

Thiago left today to go see his girlfriend in Michigan ( Read more... )

Christ. What kind of loser is at home at 10 on a Friday night?

The kind that got off work at 9 and has to go in the next day.

I work eleven (count them, eleven) hours a day. Geno has a stick up his ass. Maybe I just suck at what I do. Or maybe I've just been trying to do everything and it's driving me insane.

I can't work with this man. He frankly makes me want to curl up in a ball and cry.

I do suck.

lab = stressful times

MCATs is Saturday!

Then back to the grind. At least I know molecular bio like a pro now... almost.

I give up. All is lost.

I never thought I'd say this but:
men = bad times

I'm sick of men!

Augh!

Four in the last twelve months is enough!