Amelia needs money in exchange for labor, and she's almost desperate enough to whore her limited expertise out to Duke (or at least, try to).
DIY coffee mug project? It'll be like a holiday present to myself. The caffeine molecules look like snowflakes.
Not necessarily the way I'd like to be proposed to, but it makes me smile... and how long would it take to find DNA fragments of the correct size? None of my gels ever came out so perfectly.
My future is six long months from being decided, but I'm quite satisfied with the idea of it all. Is that enough to get an acceptance letter? ... please?
Wish I had more to say about Thanksgiving besides that I took a shitton of selfies with my cousin (hereinafter referred to as my baby) and that I got super emotionally invested in Catching Fire (like unbelievably invested) and that I went shooting for the first time and it felt so good to actually hit some targets (like I thought I wouldn't).
It's good to catch up. It's good to move on.
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