Partner in Crime.

Take a few minutes and read my friend Jason's comment, left on yesterday's entry. It is only tangentially related to my post but it's a little streak of literary sunshine on a blog that has been otherwise dull of late. Clearly, he is my PIC not only in physics but on the hyperweb as well.

When I went to bed last night, I had a sore arm and a case of acidic post-nasal drip, both of which I blame on the tetanus/diphtheria booster I received yesterday. I have an informal appointment tomorrow during which they'll do some stuff related to examining my kidney and liver functions but if I'm going to feel like crap for twenty-four hours afterwards, maybe I'll just skip it. On the subject of visits to the health center, I need to correct something that I wrote in my last entry: I do not have a heart murmur; I have a heart arrhythmia. Thanks to Steph for clearing that up.

Poster preparation is coming down to the wire - two days left to get everything squared away - but before I left the lab today, I finally got the IDL program to give me what I want: lines of best fit showing that event power attenuation is approximately linear as the wave propagates toward the pole. (Now that Jason is reading, I can use the nerdy words!) In all honesty, it's not that I got the results just before I left; it's that I left because I got the results. At that point, I said, "after six hours, I have what I need...I'm out of here." I won't go into more details - even for a physics student, it would be boring and hard to follow without visual aides - but this will save the conclusion section of my poster, which is the only missing part at this point.

I had a real tough time taking the bus home today; I think I have gotten too used to driving to campus. I stood at the usual bus stop and when the usual bus came, I got on (as usual). Then, I got off at the next stop because I remembered that the usual bus is the one I take to get to the commuter lot where I park my car, not to go to Dover. When the Dover bus finally arrived, I awkwardly showed my ID to the driver, which may have seemed suspicious, then in Dover, I pulled the cord late and he had to slow down quickly to let me off at my stop. Oops. I told myself that I was distracted and that it not entirely untrue.

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