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Hi I am going to America again, on Singapore's birthday even. Whoo!

Sooner or later one can expect extended levels of angst about my quest to get an (unlocked) iphone 4, figure out how am I to sleep, try to get around, interact with the natives, (and very likely) freak out about how cold it is all the time!

Today's OMG mental moment: Am I going to have to fix my own eyebrows now???

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.