Too much tea imbibed. Too few words recorded.

I called Suse on Sunday. Hadn't talked to the girl in ages as although we had talked about going to the Ozarks in May after she defends. I was going to make both of us some pioneer dresses to go to Laura Ingalls Wilder's farm. But time and plans are slipping away. We are both sharing the same behavioral mishap. Despite the pressure to button up her Ph.D., she finds herself surfing ebay for the most perfect and cheap oriental rug. This is not why she's postponed her defense she maintains. It's for lack of youthful energy. Despite pressure for all sorts of things, taxes, work, and against extreme fatigue, I find myself spending all my free night hours surfing for pu-erh knowledge which is vexingly difficult to come by. Such behavior must be pushing some sort of reward center otherwise our rat brains wouldn't lap it up.