August 2010
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Coming home to broken air conditioning, knowing that it is just one more stress that I’m leaving with my husband while I go out of town for a week, is making me a little stabby.
July 2010
Home now.
Packing to leave for San Diego tomorrow.
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rachelarogers:
Didn’t get the MD job.
noooooooooooo
:(
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The chef here came to our table and started talking about flavors and textures and depth.
Long story short Aaron and I both want to run away with him.
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“I think it sounded like the dead. You know, in the underworld. All the dead...”
– Sylvia’s reaction to the Red Wolf howling we just went to.
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Brains are weird
Sitting down on the beach, I have lots of thoughts on all the people I see. It isn’t judgement so much as a lively curiosity and imagination. I don’t particularly want to interact with them, but I’m interested in watching them.
However, I assume I am basically invisible to everyone here.
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I know you are all probably sick of this hang...
First Run
Middle Run
Last Run (where she got to drop a helmet onto a target!)
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WatchOh my awesome!
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