squwint

man...
anytime i get home before 8 i'm practically giddy.
i spent all day squinting at the scope. squint squint.
and i'm gonna try and bust into the confocal tomorrow.
repeat.
but i finally made it into alembic. i tried a couple of weeks ago, but there was a wait, and i had an impatient sidekick.
the bathroom has real hand towels, like magnolia... but i much more prefer the magnolia bathroom just for its old farmhouse type sink.
somehow the service was a tad off, but when i heard her say, 'potato espuma...' i tittered, and then let it go. out with the foam, in with the espuma.
and.
in addition to the service, the old fashion was also off.
i cut my teef on old fashions at bill's. they really put some luv into them. while alembic passed off some sort of lemon peel. no go.
and the best part was that i immediately started choking profusely on a peppercorn that went straight into the most horrible spot in my throat. but it was later decided that the peppercorn was really some type of poorly purified amphetamine. i practically passed out... which would go entirely unnoticed among the upper haight grime.
i'm not sure which is driving me more crazy:
the microscope dungeon,
or those meth peppercorns...
i need a vacation!