October 28th, 2000
Joe and I played Scrabble last night. Because we are 65 years old. I lost again. That sucks, but what sucks even more, I think, is that I was getting in a really pissy mood because I was getting really crappy letters on every draw. Here were the letters in my tray: IIOIOOL. No kidding. And I know it's just a game, but it's no fun to get completely demolished.
Joe: Well, I can put JUXTAPOSE here, and the E on the end turns this MOTIONS on the board into EMOTIONS, and there's a triple word score right here are a triple letter under the X and the J...so that's...let's see...316 points.
Me: Oh. Wow. Nice play. (looks at own letters for fifteen minutes.) Uh...hmm...I'm going to my O here. SO. that's...uh...two points. (Draws a letter from the bag. Another O.) Fuck!
I don't know why I hate losing so much. Oh wait, I know. Because I want to win. Yesterday was truly a frustrating, bitter defeat, but I had some small consolation in seeing that I had come back from being down more than 70 points to, in the end, only losing by 19. Thank you, ZITI. Some people might say that word is technically Italian. But I say that New York is a melting pot.
I think I was getting a little too testy though. Games should be fun. Games are fun. Even last night's game was fun. Fun happy game time for everyone. Except when you draw fucking four O's in a row.
Big study day today, since we all have a big Immunology test on Monday morning. I wish they could just say, "germs make you sick, but most of the time your body kills the germs and you get better." Apparently, there are all these cell types and molecules and interactions involved, though. Who knew?
I was going stave off the impulse to shower until later today, so that my eventual shower could be like a reward for working hard, kind of the carrot on a stick principle. I don't think I'll be able to wait until later, though. I'm kind of grossing myself out. There's no glamour in being a dirty academic.
xo
Michelle
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