I feel like talking about something other than Catherine for once...but I don't foresee that actually happening...
Well the Stamps won tonight. Fantastic game, and an excellent diversion. Nothing works for me in the laboratory. I do believe that the project that I've been working on for 9 months now is officially dead. Damn calixarene triflates and their rates of palladium-catalyzed hydrolysis relative to palladium-catalyzed Hartwig-Buchwald coupling. My alternate project isn't exactly taking off either as a result of a tricky monomer-dimer equilibrium, and even if I manage to get the dimer, the damn thing's insoluble in most every solvent, and decomposes at high temperatures, making it essentially worthless. Maybe next week when my trichlorobenzene arrives, and I embark upon my preparation of explosives (I'm going to need to make TATB, which is used as a military explosive) things will finally go right...either that or I'll blow myself to kingdom come. Today was a model of productivity at work. Roland took off early, Andrea's in Windsor, Hanh was a busy litttle beaver writing up things, and Kelly and I threw a mini-football around the office for an hour or so. Tommorow ought to be even better. I don't even think anyone's coming in. I'm sure not. Finally sucked it up and called Cat last night (it had been 12 days since the evening with her that ended as poorly as it started. She said she'd come out for drinks at the R & P around 9ish. I was to catch a ride there with Kyrsten. Unfortunately Kyrsten got into a car accident, which while minor, delayed us. When I arrived, Cat wasn't around, nor did she make any appearances that evening. Now I don't know if she ditched, or if she thought I was standing her up...which is precisely what I need her thinking at this point...that way she can be more upset with me. Moreover she called here shortly after I had just left, however she failed to leave any information in the form of a message that might be useful in terms of determining what happened. Better yet, Chris awoke this morning to find a missed call on his cell phone from Cat at 7:15am...what the hell? He's scared to call her back, thinking that she's going to ask him for an explanation as to my recent behavior. Let's hope she just sat on her phone on the way to work, and it misdialed or something innocent like that. Now I have no idea where we stand. Moreover, I don't know if she still would want me to come to her family reunion with her in BC (it's next weekend...shit) as we originally planned. If I had to hazard a guess, it would be "no", but the sad thing is that I would really like to go. I had been looking forward to all the time, essentially alone with her...that was before the shit hit the fan. Moreover Grant has fallen desperately for a fantastic girl, who appears to be at least as interested as he is. I'm happy for him, but in what certainly makes me a terrible person, there's a part of me that's REALLY sick of being "happy" for everyone else. I think I'd like to be happy for me for once...if only for a while. Kyrsten's boyfriend is a dick, and I've become the shoulder to cry on. It's so frustrating seeing such an awesome girl get so screwed around. She needs to rid herself of him, but it wont happen...too deep in love. Moreover, it's not like that advice would really mean anything coming from me, given my current amorous predicament.
Time for bed.
Well the Stamps won tonight. Fantastic game, and an excellent diversion. Nothing works for me in the laboratory. I do believe that the project that I've been working on for 9 months now is officially dead. Damn calixarene triflates and their rates of palladium-catalyzed hydrolysis relative to palladium-catalyzed Hartwig-Buchwald coupling. My alternate project isn't exactly taking off either as a result of a tricky monomer-dimer equilibrium, and even if I manage to get the dimer, the damn thing's insoluble in most every solvent, and decomposes at high temperatures, making it essentially worthless. Maybe next week when my trichlorobenzene arrives, and I embark upon my preparation of explosives (I'm going to need to make TATB, which is used as a military explosive) things will finally go right...either that or I'll blow myself to kingdom come. Today was a model of productivity at work. Roland took off early, Andrea's in Windsor, Hanh was a busy litttle beaver writing up things, and Kelly and I threw a mini-football around the office for an hour or so. Tommorow ought to be even better. I don't even think anyone's coming in. I'm sure not. Finally sucked it up and called Cat last night (it had been 12 days since the evening with her that ended as poorly as it started. She said she'd come out for drinks at the R & P around 9ish. I was to catch a ride there with Kyrsten. Unfortunately Kyrsten got into a car accident, which while minor, delayed us. When I arrived, Cat wasn't around, nor did she make any appearances that evening. Now I don't know if she ditched, or if she thought I was standing her up...which is precisely what I need her thinking at this point...that way she can be more upset with me. Moreover she called here shortly after I had just left, however she failed to leave any information in the form of a message that might be useful in terms of determining what happened. Better yet, Chris awoke this morning to find a missed call on his cell phone from Cat at 7:15am...what the hell? He's scared to call her back, thinking that she's going to ask him for an explanation as to my recent behavior. Let's hope she just sat on her phone on the way to work, and it misdialed or something innocent like that. Now I have no idea where we stand. Moreover, I don't know if she still would want me to come to her family reunion with her in BC (it's next weekend...shit) as we originally planned. If I had to hazard a guess, it would be "no", but the sad thing is that I would really like to go. I had been looking forward to all the time, essentially alone with her...that was before the shit hit the fan. Moreover Grant has fallen desperately for a fantastic girl, who appears to be at least as interested as he is. I'm happy for him, but in what certainly makes me a terrible person, there's a part of me that's REALLY sick of being "happy" for everyone else. I think I'd like to be happy for me for once...if only for a while. Kyrsten's boyfriend is a dick, and I've become the shoulder to cry on. It's so frustrating seeing such an awesome girl get so screwed around. She needs to rid herself of him, but it wont happen...too deep in love. Moreover, it's not like that advice would really mean anything coming from me, given my current amorous predicament.
Time for bed.
That said, sometimes you sound like a chick.
I can say that, see, cuz I am one. And I'm a little drunk.
The salient point here is that I love you. Try not to spend too much time analyzing missed phone calls to your friends' phones. You'll drive yourself bananas. Call the damn girl, Jesus! Seriously, though, my advice should probably be avoided at all costs, given that I spend most of my time miserable and heartbroken. SO any time you need to drink away your misery, you've got permanent company! (me, dumbass. And don't forget that I usually take my clothes off when I drink!
P.S. It is so hot that you can talk like that about shit I don't even come close to understanding. Fuck. All I know is the difference between an apostrophe and a comma.