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that I emailed STE to very carefully and respectfully decline his offer. I hope he's not pissed off, and I hope he's interested in having me work with him from Boston.

seems to be warming up. I'd like to fly off for a conference in a couple of weeks, but I'm not sure I can do it. I do have a 9-5 to keep.

My meeting with a clinical studies expert has been postponed to next week. The nerve of her patients, to require her medical care at such an important time. ;)

I can see that my role with STE would probably involve some kind of business-to-business/professional relations stuff. Outside of the clinic, he's not known for tact. The colorful nature of his emails cracks me up. He trusts me, I'll give you that.

My sleep schedule is messed up.
Tonight I ordered the perfect goggles for my Halloween costume.
I am thankful for my friends.
Houston lives -- it's moving slowly right now, but it lives.
Still need to post a picture of my parents' dog.
I miss my Civic.

Unpleasant dreams about getting screwed over/set up this evening. Blackmail made possible by identity theft, I think it was. I wonder what my brain is up to.

Sometimes I think about winning the lottery. I don't play it, and therefore I have about the same chance of winning as people who do. I fantasize for free.

( strength training )

very busy. I think I like it. Hope I can pull this off.

Houston is a heinous place, but I got everything I went there for. Brain picking? Check. Business opportunities explored? Check. Potential for new career? Check.

If this works, it could be very, very good. I am cautiously optimistic.

I'm going to Texas tomorrow. I wonder what I'll forget.

I'll be at Ceremony tonight.

I'm waiting for help with my protein assay. Someone's teaching me a quicker, fancier, more accurate way of doing it.

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On Sunday I bought a tie-worthy shirt, lightweight khakis, and one pair of undies. (I hate that. Same goes for "pants." It's just one pants. Pant. Whatever.) I now own enough non-threadbare non-sport/casual clothing for my trip (not that the underwear matters. It's not that kind of trip.).

I don't want to wear frayed pants and band t-shirts when I meet up with STE. I want to look like someone who could conceivably make a decent living. I still have to buy black shoes. Mine are too beaten up.

The 10-day forecast for Houston shows scattered showers during my trip. I wanted some nice sunlight to turn me from Jaundiced Yellow to Spic Tan. The Earth can kiss my ass.

Lemme see... I have access to a garment bag. My hair will be the correct length -- short, but not too short. Apart from the shoes, I think I'm all set.

Seven days 'til Houston. Can you tell I don't travel much?

I just bought tickets to Houston. I will depart on the 27th and return on the 30th. (I fell asleep right after work, and woke up deep in the night. Bought tickets. Going back to sleep now.)

1. The weekend actually turned out as planned. Today I had a great time. I ate a bacon cheeseburger. I even learned how to drive a horse.

However, I feel like shit. Something's just not working. The Black Dog showed up late in the evening, and it stayed with me during the whole drive back. It's still here. I know why, but I can't fix that. It's not something I can fix.

2. Looks like I'm going to see STE at the end of the month. I'm apprehensive, but excited. Whatever.

3. Mom took her first round of chemo quite well. In a week, it's head-shaving time. My clippers are ready, with two shiny, unused blades. Mom bought a good wig.

4. We watched that Stephen King movie with the ass weasels and the red fungus. Yeah, bottleimp -- the one where Morgan Freedman's (Freeman's?) character lacks a halo. Not a must-see.

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Airfare to Texas might cost me closer to $400. Timing and workplace harmony. Next time, I'll be more assertive, at the risk of annoying my boss. I have to remember that he's my boss, not necessarily my friend -- even if he is a damn good boss.

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My resume just got a headhunter-nibble. That sounds like someone just bit the ears off my resume, as though it were a chocolate bunny, but it's really a good thing.

Vicious dreams this morning.

Another email to STE went out today. I'll get 'im.

I should call the little pharm company that got excited about my resume at the job fair. Not today -- tomorrow.

Right! Tomorrow I have to go in for jury duty at 8am. I have dinner with lizerk tomorrow evening.

Tonight, I'm going to Ceremony.

Weekends seem shorter when you work out every weekday. A new KB cycle begins today. I'm actually excited about that, though. Pavel is Jesus.

Mom got weird blood tests again. It might be liver biopsy time. Whatever. Yeah, I'm dissociating here for the moment.

Dad told me to tell the judge that I hate niggers and they should all go to jail so I can avoid jury duty. Dad isn't funny too often, but he has his moments.

I hit a dead raccoon on the highway at 75mph. Made a loud thump sound, but I don't think it damaged my car. Felt like a soft, fleshy thump. I haven't looked under there yet. Happened last night.

as job fairs go. Nobody made me want to punch them in the head. The one person who referred me to the company website did so while apologizing profusely and covering her head, as though she had already been punched today. She said they were specifically told by Powers That Be that only electronically-submitted resumes would be accepted. Another person said "Look at our website," but only because I asked for specific information about a position that they did not know well. A third person told me that a clinical position will open up next quarter, and that I should check the web site then. So no head punches.

Established a good connection with a small pharmaceuticals company (Sound familiar?). This one is in bed with Merck (for $100M). I hear Merck is a good lay. Anyway, the job would actually involve some preclinical research (feh), but that would just be a third of my time. The other two thirds would be cell culture and molecular stuff. I can deal with 33% mouse time. Fat paychecks can cushion the blow. There's also a purely in vitro position, which I would prefer. The point is to get my foot in the door. If I have to wave some dead mice at them to do so, I will.

There were two or three other potential matches elsewhere, but the details escape me, because it's definitely nap time. I'll look at my notes later.

No call back from STE. I'll email him.

If I don't take this nap, I won't be able to lift heavy things later tonight. Must accomplish goal: 85, 95, 105, 110, 115.

Right-o.

Taught fudjo how to do deadlifts last night. That brings my Introduction Total to... five, I think. I spread the Word.

Made him watch some Pavel footage, so he can start to learn kettlebell swings. The bottleimp-made adjustable kettlebell has been lent.

Called STE and left a message. When he calls me back, I'll coordinate the Texas trip with him, whether I feel like it or not.

I'm going to the Genetown Career Expo tomorrow, though I'm pretty sure I won't feel like it. I swear, if anyone tries to refer me to their company's website ("Easiest thing to do is apply online..."), I will not punch them in the head, but I will say something. Something like "I can apply online from work. I took the day off to get closer to the decision-making process. Is there something else I can do to get my resume onto the right desk?" -- through a congenial-looking smile that really means "FUCK you."

It seems possible that I will beat my old dealift record (how much it was, I don't remember exactly) by the end of the week. Hooray for soy protein powder and pathologic streaks of discipline.

I still have to find a dog.

I have a pile of bills staring at me all the way from my bedroom.

Today is just... there. If I'm good, and I begin my PTP cycle tonight, then it will be productive. I can also go to Home Depot and pick up some stuff for a couple of projects.

Successful Texan Entrepreneur (STE) has returned my email. Time to find tickets. If I can do this around the 17th, then I can take care of jury duty and the Texas trip on the same week. I'm looking forward to the trip.

I don't feel like diluting Bone Morphogenic Protein II, and I don't feel like treating a 96-well plate with it, but that's what pays the rent.

Succesful Texan Entrepreneur is on the road -- that's why he hasn't emailed me back. I have his cellphone number, but I'll wait until next week.

Goal: Three resumes over the next 14 days. I don't mean electronic submissions to /dev/null, or responses to the help wanted section. I mean three nice paper copies hand-delivered by via meaningful contact or by a sharp-dressed me to three decision-making types. Not sure how I'll get that, but I'm going to try.

Today I learned that my favorite sandwich has an unacceptable amount of fat in it. Damn you, Au Bon Pain. I'm not doing those grueling super-strict abdominal leg thrust thingies for the fun of it, y'know.

There's another goal: Construction of a Janda situp device within 9 days. I'd love to try the Ab Pavelizer II, but a homemade device will be good enough for now.

I hope to go to Texas sometime next month. I want to meet up with a friend of the family who runs some successful clinical centers down there. If I pick his brains hard enough, maybe something wonderful will fall out.

I will weave around the formic ships and detonate the Molecular Detachment Device. Boooooooooooom.