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ok. so. the winter will not end up here. i just fried some tofu in korean red pepper paste and grilled some asparagus in butter and garlic. having some vanilla milk and almonds. steeping some tea and painting my nails. procrastinating on studying for an epidemiology exam on wednesday. just submit a portion of my assignment for my program development class. have a paper due tomorrow that i turned in last week. chuckles.

nothing is going on really. im sitting here with the window opened because the old school heating in the apartment makes it too hot in here and i cannot turn it down. im reading about investing in 3D printing. have a bunch of dishes in the sink.

i got an exciting paid internship working on a eugenics and coerced sterilization epidemiology project in ann arbor with the head of the epid department. it involves biostats. i don't know why i agreed to this. im excited to start. im thinking about doing a dual with the department of hospital and molecular epidemiology. i like feeling like a detective. i think infectious disease is interesting even though i know nothing about it.

i want to take a bubble bath. i cannot stop thinking about chotu and her toes and her shrieks and the way she puffs out her cheeks and lips when she concentrates. i want to put on a mud mask and sleep. im going to skip all my classes tomorrow but meet with a professor about a research paper on racial and ethnic health disparities in cardiovascular disease.

i came back from richmond and spring break not too long ago. i delivered some calligraphy to charlottesville. it was good being home again. i saw some friends in nova too. it felt familiar but like the past. the people didn't feel like the past. but the place did. but it felt like home. i didn't want to come back here really. i wish the break was longer.

my bosnian roommate from qatar told me she is coming to ann arbor for some survey project in the summer. i will get to see her again after all these years.

the wife of a calligraphy master in istanbul sent me a snarky message about a 'spelling error' on a project i recently completed. she was wrong. she checked with her husband after snarking it up. thanks.

life feels like a bunch of disjointed events. a series of fragmented occurrences. like a bunch of different lives im living. different people i have been. i don't know how to live any other way.