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I'm in Cornell! Staying with friends rocks, but staying in a luxe hotel room and using their towels = A+++ AMAZING.

Getting better (overdosing on vitamin C is the way to go), but have nosebleed.

Incidentally this place is AMAZING. Gorgeous, amazing vibe.

Sleep deprivation to bitchiness curve = Exponential.

So Harvard is amazing, and they are really making a hard sell, and I can't resist hard sells. But apparently I'll see another one tomorrow so let's see. Also good god their equipment is a million years old.

So science! Not only something I can do while drunk, but also while my personal energy reserves = 0.

Also I am so amazingly sleepy it is not funny.

Self has to buy a bus ticket back from Cornell to NYC tomorrow, and also call the person I'm supposed to at 7p.m.

My phone bill will be astronomical.

I had a yoghurt parfait with darjeeling in the morning, a small big apple sandwich (brie, turkey, apple, honey wasabi mustard, crusty roll), peach white tea in the afternoon, and wild salmon with apple tartar, brussels sprouts, garlic and a potato pancake and mint tea in the evening, followed by more bites than neccessary of an absolutely appalling shortbread chocolate chunk cookie and a chai latte that was mediocre.

I am sorry that I did not try the hot chocolate. Maybe next time.

Approximately five milliseconds after I posted virtuously about papers and not sleeping and whatnot I went and slept. It was constantly interrupted by tentative knocks that I couldn't tell was from my door or what, so I kept panicking and leaping out of bed to check the door without my glasses, which is not very smart.

Around 4 my stomach started digesting itself because the only thing I'd had was airplane breakfast (hotcakes, mushy egg (??), random cooked vegetables, yoghurt and cheese) at around 7 a.m. here time.

Actually it would be more accurate to say that I procrastinated about having to go out, fell asleep, kept hitting the snooze button, woke up with the tremendously fierce biological urge to go back to sleep, stared blankly through 2 pdfs (one involved viral transfection, and the other some sort of flowering gene control thing, but hahaha that's the extent of my knowledge) until 4pm, whereupon I went out, wandered down a block almost to the public library, and then succumbed to (in SF the land of good food or so the food blogs imply) STARBUCKS.

*abject humiliation*

And I didn't know what the rules of tipping were, so I stuffed a dollar in the tip jar. I got a greek honey parfait and a grande vanilla rooibos (yes god thank you for bestowing this mediocre but still pretty okay rooibos upon me), which worked up to be $5.40. At this rate I don't think I can eat in this country very often.



(.UOY also fail at self preservation)

ALSO HE WAS CUTE OKAY I ADMIT IT WHAT GOD THIS CITY IS JUST FULL OF RIDICULOUSLY ATTRACTIVE PEOPLE.