Misnomer: The X-Girl Picayune

The life (or is it the lack thereof?) stories of a twenty-6-year-old grad student
Saturday, April 08, 2006
 

"If you could blow up the world with the flick of a switch, would you do it?"

Friday morning, the advisor is gone for the weekend. All of his six slaves students were lounging around. Suddenly, the phone rang. 979-255-#### Who could this be?
Hello
Yes....Xinda?
Oh, hi Dr. K.
How's the writing going?
Uhm...it's going. I just finished r*e*t*e*n*t*i*o*n time analysis.
OK, good. Let's meet on sometime on Sunday, say 4 PM? Make sure you follow the outline we made the other day, and I think you should do some more measurement. Maybe, longer time?
Oh...OK. See you Sunday.
So...DANG! There goes the Saturday-Sunday plan.

Note to self:
  1. Flag-footballing with the guys is fun.
  2. Have to, get to, need to put an end on this...this ephemeral thing. But I can't. Will time...?





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