blood donation

The past two weeks I am trying to stick to my schedule. Work during the weekdays and relax dueing the weekends. It works out quite well. On work, I had a draft on my chapter two last tuesday. On relaxing, here is my last weekend. On satureday morning, I went for a bike ride: 14 miles of Portola Valley. Returned to my dorm, and found out a vomit mass in one of the bathrooms from last night's party. Cleaned it with Yani. Unintentionally clogged the sink because we used absorbant powder which dropped into the pipes. After it was done, I went for a blood donation. Felt like Comrade Lei Feng! A little tired afterwards, normal for blood donation. Had a good 10-hour sleep.

On Sunday, I chatted up with my friend Victor in a coffee shop. We planned to ride 35 miles all the way to San Francisco next weekend. Sneaked into the second half of a Gilbert and Sullivan musical. On the way out, I saw Marshal and Maimi, so I chatted again. At night, I watched the movie: Good Morning, Vietman.

It is Monday, and I plan to recover from blood donation. Ran about 1 mile. Felt a little tired still, but I know I am still in a weak but good shape. Now I am typing up a blog before I head out to get some dissertation work done. Isn't life sweet?

What else did I do? Well, I have been reading some good books: Kite Runner and The Miracle Life of Edgar Mint. I am on the waiting list of three law schools. Try to keep my hope alive. My dad is getting his passport on May 20th, and I hope he will get visa in time. I am going to watch the dog and the house for a professor. I guess my dad could stay in the house too. My dissertation is going well. I can almost see the end of it. I realize that the management team began to fall apart, but just hang on for 5 more weeks and then we can say we had a fantastic year. What can beat that? The spring migration dance concert is coming. In the past two years I am a dancer, and this year I will be among the audience. Pitiful and content. I got a score of 8 (0-10) on my hypnosis test. Last night when I was on the bed, I tried to hypnotize myself. Small tricks, such as I can concentrate on my arms so that they rise or they attract to each other. It is the power of belief. Since I believe in hypnosis now, the belief makes it all possible.