My advisor driving me crazy because he has some data i need but he is convinced that he doesn't have it. Finally, after a few days of repeating this conversation and trying to recreate the data, i gave up, waited til he went home, and then went up to his floor, snuck into his office and rooted around his computer until i found what i was looking for. geh.
stealth mission complete, i headed to the Quarter, where the bartender recognized me and handed me my margarita, rocks, salt, before i ordered it.
then went w/ Josh to a basketball game where i managed to leave my credit card with a lady when i ordered our first beers and somehow lose my glasses when i went back for my credit card. all kind of classic. J and i got into a bit of a verbal scuffle with a cop as we arrived at the game but managed to keep it at a level where we didn't have to worry about getting arrested... cops here just generally a bit trigger happy and things can quickly spiral out of control, i have learned the hard way. starting to count down my days here and not happy about it.
12:32 a.m. - 2015-03-07
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