Daffnee

[To all religious types, avert your eyes...]

Goddamn it!! My room has suffered from a definitive lack of LCD lighting for four days, and I'm going ballistic. Well, more ballistic than normal -- but four days a long, long time away from the love of your life. *sigh* At least the love of my life is still covered by a comprehensive warranty until August, giving me next-business-day-on-site-maintenance . Pilgrimaging to computer labs was fun for awhile, especially when I could play at being yuppie by working on G4s and changing all desktops schemes to a signature green, but I'm in Main Library now and these spiffy black keyboards smell. I kid you not. The prospect of typing over the grease of the last user's Sun Chips or kimchee residue is only marginally less palatable than giving my 99-cent gloves the final wash that will secure their fate as Salvation Army rejects forever, so stinky hands it is. *sigh*

That being said, I had lunch with grandparents today, so what am I complaining about? Woohoo, Cantonese practice; because I need the reminder that no matter how I might excel at being all those cornerstones of the ideal Chinese daughter, I will never be able to a) speak without an accent, and b) wear Hong Kong clothing. [Sidebar to Clio, should she ever read this: Clio, I don't mind being "bloodthirsty" -- even with the demise of Buffy, I'm always trying to cultivate a demonic edge -- but that little word "big" might close my protein window again. Ask Dan for clarification, if only to make him look uncomfortable; it's a good story!] I will never be a tab, so I guess I have to settle for making stew out of them -- kind of like the Aztecs and chiuauas, come to think of it. Mm.