La vita e bella si?

Hey I only have like three weeks left of work. That's it. Three weeks. I wish my brain were still on board but I think it got off the work train about four weeks ago. Oh well, as Mike the Headless Chicken so bravely reminds us (go to wikipedia and type in "Mike the Headless Chicken") we can get by on a lot less than we think. I've been having lots of trouble sleeping lately and I haven't been able to eat much. I know that sounds like one thing, but it's not, it's just the anxiety of not having anxiety. I've been living in constant stress for so long that now that the pressure is practically off, my brain is waking me up at about 5 or 6 saying "hey you, what are we doing today, what are we doing tomorrow, what are we doing in January when we'll finally be done with lab? huh? huh? huh? huh? huh? huh?" And the rest of me says, "hey give it a rest, I was dreaming about surfing". Hmm, isn't responding to yourself the starting point of insanity? Well, anyway. I've got to figure out what to do, a whole bunch to do in the time left, and a whole lot of other things to think about that are somehow more interesting than recognition degeneracy of the adaptive immune system. And yet, three weeks and then I get to go home for three whole weeks. Time with my family, time skiing, time playing trains with my nephews, making cookies with my mom and sister, playing games with my aunt and uncle from California, stripping the wallpaper in the front hallway with my dad, getting together with my friends from Seattle that will be in Utah, seeing so many of my friends in Utah, it's going to be heaven.