Friday afternoon and this place is wrapping me in a blanket of achy nostalgia. Toczyski lab is playing their typical Friday afternoon melancholy rap music, and all of third floor north is passively subjected to it, there's no complaining when it's not up for discussion. It makes me laugh how casual Fridays are so roguely observed here, how it's never mentioned, there is no beer:30 here, but people tentatively and furtively let their collective hair down on Friday afternoons, their thin veneer of relaxedness covering an extra tension. Friday is the day where when we mess up, it gets to grow for three full days, rather than being nipped in the bud tomorrow morning.

The wine glass from open house three weeks ago is still on my desk. They said please return them to the kitchen but the kitchen is so far .

My stomach is all tied up in knots like it used feel just before a jazz band concert in middle school. What are these nerves for? I'm all keyed up with nowhere to put it. Jesus, clammy hands and everything! How odd, and how crippling.

I have two staplers on my desk, one of which works, and the other of which does not and is plagued with a litany of issues. It has GENOME written on the back in white-out. It kind of sort of staples things, but it does these weird inside-out jobs, and everything ends up in a bungle. I think I've kept it for this long because it reminds me of when Tim drops Garreth's stapler out of the window. It says GARRET on it in Tipp-Ex because GARRETH wouldn't quite fit.

JP is not wearing his glasses today and it reminds me of Urkel turning all suave in that one string of episodes of Family Matters. I swear I have never seen an episode of Family Matters but I somehow know both the general outline and various subthemes of the show in some detail. Like the knowledge just leaked into my brain any time I passed a TV that had recently been showing Family Matters.

While we're on the subject of TV shows, which "we" are apparently, Dexter is a m a z i n g. Why am I paying for cable? Why is a show that is about revenge killing, and only revenge killing, so good? It's that theme song I tell you the theme song. If I could choose a life that felt like any television show theme song in all of television history then I would choose the life that feels most like Dexter's.

Dum, da dum, da duuummmmm.