by the weekend, i’ve reverted to a sleep till 1pm schedule, so getting to bed by 1230am for my 930am class monday morning is next to impossible. in an earlier life, i might be skipping that class on mondays, but I really really like the prof.

inevitably i sleep too little, go to class, get tea (a new pseudo-habit) and go to work. today i worked hard. in fact i’ve been working awfully hard to finish this kenya database, and i won’t stop until it does everything i want it to do (perfectly).

then class again at 2. did i mention mondays are hard? so i slog through another 2.5hrs of quasi-group discussion and decide: do i nap til 7 or break on through to the other side?

today the latter. i started work, then invited myself along on a “spirit-lifting grocery store adventure-cum-small feast” with dear melanie. this totally spontaneous feast consisted of: /the/ most tender seasoned roast pork loin with portobello mushrooms, roasted garlic mashed potatoes, and a roma tomato, cucumber and avocado salad with balsamic vinaigrette.

spent some time at strongs, merrily hacking my database and instant-messaging until the bass from players was unbearable. at last i ran…until…in mid-sprint on the final stretch my body prepared for a violent mass evacuation of stomach contents. it was close, but i held the pork down.