Move Me Twice, Shame on Me

About a week ago I moved back to Carbondale for college. This worked out less well than I'd hoped, since I was assigned to share a room with someone who had a dog. I could deal with the dog at least in theory, but the cat who I was bringing with me could not.

So I got moved downstairs with three other people, where I immediately discovered that the kitchen was not sanitary for preparing food, and that I was sharing the place with someone my mother happily decided was a "bookish law student." Over the course of a week he proved to be anything but, as in addition to leaving the caps from his beer bottles out on the porch, he cursed us out for complaining to management about the mess in the kitchen, and eventually decided that he was an "alpha male" who should not have to deal with the "beta male" (me) "getting in his face."

So I got moved again, this time to a three bedroom unit, with two people I actually get along with--they also get along with the cat. Thank goodness.

Laptop is currently broken, so I'm using public computers until it gets fixed. Don't know how long that will be.

First lab meeting is next week on Friday. I'm definitely looking forward to it--I miss being able to help with research.