45 days. the excel dreams are getting alarmingly vivid, so much so that sometimes i feel like i'm in the spreadsheet rather than making it. weird, i know. two nights ago i dreamed of a mistake that i had actually made in one my formulae, which was fortunate, but also pretty disturbing, if you think about it.

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the 1-across clue in yesterday's NYT crossword was "Park near Philly's City Hall, site of the LOVE statue" (JFK PLAZA). yes! it's amazing how one big gimme can break a puzzle. i seldom complete saturday, often because of answers like JFK PLAZA and TRITICALE, so it was a happy day indeed.

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am trying to get grubby paws on some of mr. obama's stimulus money to NIH; fortunately, Other People are going to be doing most of the writing, lest i be completely crushed under the weight of multiple back-breaking assignments. hengyi is taking the lead on this one, and i'll be around to make sure that the document is actually written in english. also: that tables are double-spaced. i don't understand people who don't double-space tables. single-spaced tables are thickets of numbers that make my eyes water.

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the housemate has stacked the fridge full of musubi. mmm.