I'm A Toys-R-Us Kid

When one waxes the other wanes. Such is the relationship between my social life and success in lab. It's to be expected, I suppose, because the longer my hours in lab the more energy drained by the time I'm free to explore the world socially. Heh, conservation of energy. Fuckin' physics. But I finally have > 50 devices fabricated! No telling yet how good they are, but the nanolab responsibilities should subside for a while. This quarter should prove rather exciting for research.

I'm now over 2 weeks sober. My poor gastrointestinal system, having protested throughout my 3 year tenure as an alcoholic-in-training, finally decided to step up its degree of resistance. For my general health, no CH3CH2OH for me in the near future. Having successfully avoided alcohol at several bar trips and a couple of parties, however, I worry that this resolution is simply one more leap towards boring adulthood. It's a bad sign if I have become reliant on alcohol as a crutch to let loose, although I don't think I was quite that bad. Still, at the parties I felt self-conscious about seeming less fun because I was drinking water only.

I don't think I've lost all my fun yet, because I did create an awesome game of Truth-Or-Dare-Minus-Truth Jenga. Being at a rare party with females I don't already know, I was entreated by the host to fabricate this Tower of Babel of party fun. At the same time I am honored to be the one trusted with such a task, but it distracted me from actually talking to aforementioned females. And, alas, my efforts to rectify this by creating some raunchy dares and convincing them to join me in the inaugural game fell rather short of expectations. And I know I will never see that Jenga set deployed again.

You'd think a sober guy would have an advantage with drunk girls, but not that night. I will attribute it to a misalignment of the stars. And I enjoyed myself with the Jenga, so it can't be called a complete failure, maybe just a Pyrrhic victory.