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.
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