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Aa1

I tested my first subject today!!! I'm not allowed to disclose her name (confidential information) but in my study she is Aa1 - because she's my first subject! And that's the name first subjects get. And it would be silly to name her something like Ab3 or Jerry or something. I guess I could go with R2D2? B-52? U-2? Uh..anyway so she is Aa1.
Other than testing subjects (I love that phrase, I have subjects.) Anyway, other than doing that I've found the term "research assistant" actually translates to "lab bitch." Basically...file that. Organize this. Put all these little tapes on one big tape. Code these tapes: every time the kid looks right, record the time.
And my favorite??
Confirmation calls!
Awesome.
But I did walk to and from the lab today, which I love. It's 3 miles away but it was gorgeous out so I put on my Colbie and went for a nice stroll. I wish I lived closer to Harvard Square, I love it there it's so cute.
I left early today because I had to go to the bank and it was a big 'ol complicated process because I don't have my debit card.
Why don't I have my debit card?
Oh because it was declined. So when I called my accountant (aka mom) asking why I had money in my account but my debit card kept being rejected, she replied,
"Oh yeah! They sent you a new one."
"Why?"
"Security reasons."
"Okay...well shouldn't my old one work until I activate my new one?"
"Oh no I activated it for you!"
"So...where is it?"
"It's right here I'm looking at it."
.....by the way my mom lives in Saint Louis.
Right. So anyway. The past week I've been walking around feeling naked because I don't have a debit card.
But my new one is here now (and it matches Dr. Jones!) so all is well with the world again.

At first I was completely against scheduling my entire life on google.calender...but after some extensive persuasion from a certain someone and after my 5:30 am to 12:30 am day on Tuesday, I decided it was time to add a little structure to my life. So I spent over an hour writing every single little detail into this drag-n-drog application and I have to say I LOVE it. Not only can I schedule EVERYTHING in down to the minute, but I can drag it around to fit it in other places if I don't get it done! Genius!
Only I need to be careful. My addictive personality got the best of me today: my schedule got switched around a bit while I was out and I suddenly felt the intense urge to run home and drag-n-drop the time change.
I think I'm turning into one of those neurotic people. Oh well. There are worse things.

Bed time!
Love love love,
me

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