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So I've taken to sleeping over at Andrew's on Wednesday. This takes some juggling to make sure I have the proper book and ensures a less than perfect night's sleep (No, not for the wild libertine craziness you may be picturing - I'm just persnickety about conditions for ideal sleep, room temperature, and mattress firmness), it breaks up the week rather nicely. It also means that I can stop off at Trader Joe's on my way to work on Thursday mornings to buy provisions for the clinic space (oh the expanded opportunities for an eater like me to have midday access to a fridge-freezer-microwave space!!). They also tend to have the lowest prices on a number of my staples as well as frozen leeks (which totally tickles my fancy).

We usually eat in, but I'm devoted to the idea of finding more restaurants in his area that we both like. I enjoy the India Bistro well enough, but since it seems to be the only place we mutually enjoy and they have a propensity for literally salting my salad even when I ask them not to (I mean "literal" in its literal sense - there are salt crystals on my veggies), I am devoted to branching us out. There seem to be an upspouting of yuppiesqueries popping up on 65th. Kind of an odd location - just next to the freeway and thus across from the kettleball studio and various gas stations - but close enough to Greenlake, I suppose, to attract mobile young people looking for alcoholic concoctions with novel and clever names and muddled cilantro mixed with goldschlager and ground vanilla beans or... whatever. There is a Wholefoods nearby after all.

Casa Patron in many regards resembles the sort of scary yuppie place (and indeed has a creative drink palate, a full listing of malbecs, and a swank enough lay out to appear off-putting to the non-upwardly-mobile).

In other topics, school continues... As week four(?) closes, we're kind of in the doldrums of winter quarter. Near to "hump day" - the day in which 2Ls celebrate their halfway mark by apparently drinking a lot and possibly indulging in activities relating to the occasion's name... I am not sure 3L's really recognize the holiday since many are graduating this quarter and the rest of of are just kind of barely here and waffling between fear of the future and impatience with the present. Class is still interesting, but I'm starting to lose the luster of the fully engaged first week student as we enter mid-quarter. One thing that keeps me "engaged" is the perpetually fun puzzles for me is the handiwork of those student who had previously owned by textbooks. Also, I enjoy how totally insane those sitting near me must think I am as the glow from my white collar crime book blinds sections of their periphery. The prior owners were - er - extensive note takers. Or artists:

The first draft of prior owner's romance novel clearly written in the margins
of my new book. Vavoom!

Adella and the Amazing Technicolor Textbook!!