life in the margin

that was supposed to be a title to an autobiographical comic i wanted to do from like, high school. it never took off since 1. i don't have enough skills to do a series of comic that i had in my mind, and 2. it's not my priority, so it never got realized besides handful of doodles on my class notes.. which is how it got its title. also, i can't seem to convey the same funny feeling i had when the even first occurred.

anyways, so yeah. that's kinda based one what's been happening at work for the past.. month? none of the pcr that i did for genotyping was working, and i was sitting there blaming everything but the kitchen sink. i thought that i was losing my touch as the lab's genotypist (hey, i may just be the intern, but i do a lot of genotyping. i think i deserve some kinda awesome title besides lab bitch :D) but yeah, turns out the pcr machine is probably messed up. i say probably because we haven't really confirmed it as the source of the problem, but it definitely plays some part of th whole no-results-for-tk. aiyahh. i was ridiculously relieved to know i wasn't screwing up TOO badly.

my ex has been texting me about being drunk and having fun back in rowland. i, on the other hand, am sprawled across the bed in my pj's, half-heartly doing calculations for a lab report, and making stupid comics. i was invited to go out, but fatigue and laziness took over, and i ended up not wanting to do anything but stay put. i really do enjoy being able to do such.. act of singleness. only at some points though. sooner or later, i might start channeling ted mosby and inwardly know that i am single.

it has to be incredibly unhealthy for me to keep texting kami back.