Sometimes when I have nothing to do, (like right now) I have these romanticized ideas of grandeur. Don't laugh, (if you do, laugh with me) because I'm going to tell you: I want to become a genome researcher. (more specifically: A sexy, young researcher with abs of steel, disco lasers and a go-get-'em attitude) For me, this is an improvement. Two or three months ago, I would have said my life was an interactive montage of failure.
If that becomes a movie premise, it will win Palm D'Or at Cannes. (providing that my character is played by Penelope Cruz)
Oh, btw, guess who's doing 80 swimming laps tomorrow. The androgynous 20 year old with the self-indulgent blog; same one who ate Mongolian stir fry and Cold Stone ice cream on the same night! I hope it was worth it.
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