memories of mohair sweaters, stretched and pilled from distressed leathers...

i...applied for jobs. 6 of them. 2 in madison, 4 in chicago, at northwestern. at the med school, of all palces. (behavioral science dept.)

shit. this means that i might have a job. while i do need one (someone has to pay the rent) i really don't want to work. i think i just want to be in school, writing papers and reading. as much as i complain about it, i really do love it. at least i'll be working at a university, aurrounded by academic types. but clerical work? eww. i might learn how to do fMRI - which means that i would probably have to be in the fMRI tube (and get pictures of my brain!). or, i may be managing databases of participants. eww. that would be like the worst part of working in my lab, but full time. oh well, i chose to "take a year off." hopefully it will only be 6 months or so, then i can go live in the NL for a bit, be a travel bum in eastern europe, ride the trans-siberian railroad, then come back to the states for grad school.

but now, i have to write a paper.