don't let the bastards grind you down

strong sentiments from U2. thank God for music.

no novel thoughts to speak of this morning. my mom is performing with her choir, the jubilaires, in the kiwanis music festival in peterborough tonight. wish her luck. she's nervous.

the wellcome institute is being distinctly UNwelcoming to me. no interview invite yet. not giving up hope yet (they are interviewing next week).

had a wonderful dream last night. it was extra good because it didn't feature anything to do with regression analyses or genetic association studies. mmm. wish i could go back to sleep now...

oh - a funny thing happened to me while i was hanging out at home saturday. clarence called and asked if i had yet bought a new pot (cuz the stuff coming off the one i have is frankly frightening). i said no, not yet. he said he was in a store and there was a nice one there, with a lid, on sale, and did i want him to buy it for me? oh my, yes please.

life makes me laugh.