Worst nail painting job/color coordinating, ever! But always fun.
Hmm...I've been trying to hang out with Jim forever, and something always managed to get in the way, until today. He recently got transferred to another store, and after impulsively tracking him down on his last day (and unintentionally commandeering his old locker) we agreed that we really had to meet up for real. After a quick morning lab I met him at a little mom-and-pop place in Highland Park where we both ordered machaca breakfast plates and drank way too much coffee (I was jittery and not myself until 6 o'clock this evening). There are a few moments in your life I presume that when you meet someone for the first time you just know that you and that person will get along, and possibly forge a lifelong friendship. I had that impression with Jim, and he apparently did with me too, but I never really knew why. But after two hours of sitting in a tiny little restaurant, drinking coffee from styrofoam cups constantly being refilled by a cute old Mexican lady, I realized that just learning more about him and sharing our thoughts on our lives and whatnot, made clearer why I'd always been so fond of him.
Anyway, lots left to do for midreview... and working at 5 am tomorrow so off I go.
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