I have a new t-shirt.

Actually its not new, it's from Christmas. BUt I wore it last night and I'm proud. It is a picture of Jewish Egg Bread and it says, "Holla". Awesome. Gatta love Urban Outfitters. Even if it is The Man.

So I roll into work this morning looking like an Asprin commercial. This is after an incredible night of drinking, fighting, and saving the world. There was a bit of motherhen-ing involved...

"Rohit, don't cry. Sumit didn't mean to call your mother that."
"No, Sumit. Pouring beer on the booth is bad. Clean it up and apoligize to that nice bouncer. "
"Yes, Jaci you look gorgeous. "
"I'm sorry, Jaci. This isn't Vegas. You are no longer VIP. Drink your Pabst."
"No, Jaci. Alcohol is never free. Don't take drinks from strangers."


I think 'saving the world should be the new catch phrase for 'going out'.

Watcha doin' tonight?

Drinking.


OR


Watcha doin' tonight?


Saving the world.





What I did at work today: ( aka "Proof that mindless, menial tasks are not just for computers anymore.")

• wrote 878 zeros.
• drew a perfect line through 8 zeros.
• initialed, dated and rewrote 8 zeros.
• counted the zeros I'd written.
• counted to a hundred 14 times.
• organized 2 packets ( which involves agar gels, huge incubators, and ridiculous amounts of time and patience. Remember those two-sided 4500 piece puzzles that had a giant picture of a monochrome purple circle? It's kinda like doing one of those, except instead of a picture, there is a horrible bacteria smell. )
• found a plate stuck in the back of the incubator marked 4/3. Someone is time traveling, or its been there for 363 days. It looks like God sneezed on it. Before he met Moses.

Gatta go save the world.