Today I smell like chicken soup.

You know it's going to be good when I start with chicken soup, right? Well, every day for lunch I have a cup of progresso soup. Chicken and wild rice. Love the stuff. Every day, the lid flings chicken broth everywhere, but only a little splattering. Every day, I have to wipe the table. Today, I am wearing a new pair of chino pants. In fatigue green, in case you care. Today, I lift the soup cup after heating it, in an attempt to place a paper towel under it. Today, the soup cup falls out of the lid (because I apparently didn't have a very good grip on the situation), drops the few inches to the table, and splashes everywhere. There are carrots on my chair, broth on the floor, and a BIG wet swatch of broth down my left thigh. It's so wet that it's running down my leg inside my pants. After the momentary shock of soup everywhere and a few requisite ewws (I'm allowed that, I mean I have soup all over me.), I rush across the hall to the bathroom where I proceed to strip my pants off and try to dry them. That's when I realize that there is actually soup all down the inside of my right leg. It appears to have wrapped around my left thigh, down the inside of my right leg, and across the back of my right ankle. Yep. I dab off as much soup as I can, pull on my pants and muster my dignity, and walk back to the lunchroom. There, I find that a) my lovely cohorts have cleaned up most of the mess, b) the floor is a bit slick, and c) there is still a good 3/4 of my soup in the bowl. How on earth that little soup made that big of a splash is beyond me. All I know is that my pants are crusty and smell like chicken soup and that radiators make good driers if you stand over them. Yep. That was my day. I did accomplish things, like doing some SEM/EDX and reading a paper, but the soup is what sticks out.


I have my oral exam coming up. Should be interesting, especially seeing as how my project has changed a bit quite recently. For those of you who read my proposal, it's close enough to what I'm doing that I'm not going to worry about detailing the new project goals. Suffice it to say we've broadened it a bit.


It's rained a lot lately. Those horrible snows everyone else is getting? Yep, we got rain. Lovely, I know. There was a little bit of ice the weekend after I returned from Orlando. Greenville got a whole load of it. Luckily, that didn't stop mom and I from going to see Wicked, which was amazing. Ah-mazing. I saw Julie on Friday, with the added bonus of seeing her parientes! Yay! That was fun. My periodic table, which Amy made especially for me for Christmas, is at the framer and I am going to pick it up tomorrow or something like that.

We're under a boil water advisory here. It's causing more panic than the bread-and-milk runs before ice storms. Speaking of which, they're calling for overnight snow on Friday. Anyway, the city of Clemson is doing repairs that require them to warn us and tell us to boil our water. Better safe than sued, eh?

I've been reading the same journal article for 2 days now. It's a doozie. I need to finish it so I can know what I'm talking about when I go into my oral exam which I am procrastinating about. On the other hand, I am muy excited about the Olympics and about going to see Third Day on Saturday night. Should be a blast. Mo's coming to town this weekend. Extra yay for that, because I'll have a roommate for a little while.

For those who don't know, I love baseball, especially the Braves. Braves' home opener is April 5 this year. It's a Monday. Who has a home opener on a Monday?!? I have gone numerous times on opening day, but that's when it's on a Friday. Chris says he's still game. I think he's crazy. But, chances are, we will be there anyway. Hot dogs and coke in hand.

I think I'm out of things to talk about. It's Thursday, which means I have seminar at 5, so I had better get to work on this paper. Then, of course, there's the Office tonight. Makes going to seminar seem less bleak.