Thanksgiving Break

Grand Junction. Football with cousins. Good food, some of which I can eat. Weird dreams. Crap hotel. Ah, how it always was.
Semester is waning, with the greater part of my workload ahead of me. Gabriel came to visit. Thursday night mean good food and research is picking up. Erin and Thor seem better and have vibrant new hair color. Erin is drawing a comic of the apartment through the eyes of Kisa, her FelV+ cross-eyed princess. It's quite funny and I'll link it when I can.

The sign one sees upon exiting the elevator says "Clean Air Floor, No Smoking" but this floor and room are so full of smoke you can practically see it draped through the air. It's annoying, and in conjunction with the uncomfortable and very small, shared bed, makes my time here perilously irritating. It is enormously frustrating to spend time with people who used to harshly punish you for the smallest of infractions that today they perpetrate flagrantly. The amount of sexism alone that's played out at these events is enough to make me neglect my invitation next year. Though I feel that way every year. Sometimes I'm happy to see these people and sometimes I wish they'd choke on their own spit. I've been through so many trials of patience in the last year that I start to worry for my timbre.

I'm convinced there is a way to determine and predict the way in which lateral branches splice from a tree throughout development. This may bear some research.