No more scoripian bowls on school nights.
School is kicking me in the ass. Possibly in a good way. The alarm going off at 6:30 less good. But I can guarantee y'all that I am going to be less social than I was last semester. If it's important, and you ask me, I'll probably show up, and I'll probably still do diesle, but if it's on a school night you can pretty much count me out. And I'm getting tired earlier on weekends too.
And the allergist called. All my bloodwork came back fine, except I'm "apparently" allergic to cashews (dugh) pistachios (not surprising) and mangos. They all come from the same type of tree. Explains why I've never really had an urge to eat a mango, and is a good thing I didn't eat them at dinner with Zeph and her mum.