…in the wallet, that is. Your public service message for the day is: Never spill acetone on your glasses. They will crack. And your wallet will cry.
Perhaps finally I will be under only one boss here at work. I’m still not quite sure who I turn my paycheck into, though. Sam Klein (the head honcho) is a nice, nice man, even if he’s a little intimidating, being so scientifically famous. Which is odd (the intimidation, not the famousness, he’s terrifically smart), since he looks like someone’s favorite uncle.
And aside from the hurtful events to my bank account recently, I now have The Chronicles of Narnia – The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe and Brokeback Mountain (that has to be one of the oddest pairings of dvd releases I’ve ever seen) in my hot little hands, which makes me happy. Seems like my life is very up and down lately. On the one hand, it seems like I’m constantly stressed by work and the little thing called the MCAT (Jesus, 17 days) but then I come home and conveniently ignore those things and immerse myself in a book. Why can’t I be as excited about studying for the MCAT as reading a new fantasy? Sigh. I’ve even been good and have not brought a book to work with me this week, so I can study during breaks and lunches. Sometimes I wonder what I’m going to do with my life. Wish I knew. Wish I knew that I would be a doctor, or a writer, or something else. I don’t want to be only a scientist for the rest of my life.
What do you want to be?

Two years ago my uncle died. It’s an odd thing to think about. And even odder, that I didn’t actually think about it on the day he died, but rather earlier in the week. And then I feel guilty because I didn’t recall it until my mom asked me if I remembered.
It still doesn’t seem right, that my uncle isn’t still at the house on the hill, that the youngest of them was taken first. And I really can’t relate to how my cousin and aunt, and my mother, even, can deal with it. It’s like if I don’t think about it, it’s not real. Isn’t that silly?
At the risk of slipping into melancholy, I’ll run back to work and forget about this for a while. I’m not depressed, just busy, honest.
Do you ever just think,
“I’m fooling everybody”?
You have no idea.

As I was driving home tonight, I came across an accident under the highway near the trainyard. There was at least one wreck, smashed front bumper facing our direction of traffic, never good. It must have just happened, because there were no police, no ambulances yet, but there were people on the side of the road, surrounding someone lying on the ground.
I followed the car in front of me around the wreck, making sure there were no other cars coming the opposite direction, and felt horrible for not stopping. There were quite a few cars that didn’t look as if they were involved in the accident, so perhaps they stopped. There was nothing I could have done; I don’t have a cell phone to call for help, and I’m not a doctor, not yet and not by any stretch of the definition, however much I would like to be. But I still felt awful.
I stopped at the gas station just down the street, as that had been my goal all along, and saw an ambulance drive past (rattling, natch) from my hometown, without its sirens going. It’s never good when the ambi goes in the direction of an accident without the sirens; means there’s no rush to get where they’re going. I hope everyone is alright. Maybe it wasn’t going to that accident, because I heard nearby sirens after that.
Sigh. Really, what could I have done?
On the upside, I got my new printer today. Snazzy. On the downside, I missed meeting someone, but God works in mysterious ways, so perhaps we can find that connection again.