Gå blå

"Gå blå" sounds silly and may not be how you would actually say it, but it's the literal translation for "go blue."

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Today was another excellent day, despite the killer headache I've had all day which is only starting to fade now. But I don't really mind, because it's from all the champagne we drank last night after finding out that I got into Michigan! I guess it's too early to say for sure what will happen, and I do have my Berkeley-UCSF JMP interview on Monday, but my mind is made up. I'm ready for a house with a porch and a kitten for Hazel and train tracks and the Roadhouse and getting back to hot humid summers and cold snowy winters. One of my interviewers at Michigan is the head of thoracic surgery and he told me about the surgical interest group he has for med students, and how he has them over to his house for dinner and they have a guest speaker each time and afterwards he teaches everyone how to tie knots and sets up styrofoam on the kitchen counter for practice with cutting. That sounds pretty excellent to me.

This morning I got an excellent facial at Supple, and now my skin feels clean and appears to have forgotten about the twenty-something dirty airplanes I've been on in the past few months. Nero and I went to Point Isabel with Liz and Roxie, and tonight J and I are going to see No Country for Old Men.

Yesterday we did the first round of design for the wedding invitations, went to look at wedding bands on Union Street, where I discovered that unfortunately I like bigger diamonds better than smaller diamonds, and went to Marc Jacobs where I bought the shoes I had been ogling at Barneys in New York for the wedding. Sandy came to save Cocoa from life with Benjamin the terrorist cat, and we cooked mashed potatoes with parsley, rainbow chard with little pearl onions, and striped bass with grappa. Yesterday morning consisted of checking my Michigan status page approximately every ten minutes for four hours.

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Nero inherited this hideous denim beanbag chair from Rich's house, where he stayed for Christmas. It's ok because I live far far away right now and Jake is able to zone out aesthetic issues like that, but it will be hard to take it away from him later because he desperately loves it. He noses around in it to make a good spot for himself, then curls up in it.

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