I Can't Work

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Been a while since I've driven to La Jolla in traffic, and I realized at the 52 that I wasn't going to make it on time. Called the CEO, let him know I was going to be about 10 min late. I'd really like to think that them being 30-60 min late the day before nullifies that, but I know that's not how it works. On the plus side, the CEO said I did a FANTASTIC job on the petition for orphan drug status. I could totally hear the capslock in his speech.

My reward for doing so well was to write more of them, for other indications of the same drug, but with less information. The computer died around noon, and when it finally came back up, no one had the password to the computer. The other partner eventually told me to just work from home. What's that? Miss traffic? Oh, if you insist.

Stopped at the gym again, which might have tuckered me out for the afternoon, but I got at least some work done on the project. Had a guy over. He had initially hit me up for Saturday, but asked if I could meet him tonight instead. He was great. Really great. Not quite dating great, but a lot of fun. He'd been a mechanic for years, put up with his wife's infidelity, right up until she fucked some guy with his daughter home. Tim has surmised many, many times that I'm empathic. I don't believe in such a thing.

Big Eric had his day in Small Claims court - judge isn't going to make a decision for 30 days, because everything in the law moves like a damn tortoise. He invited me out to Mo's 20th Anniversary party with him, but knowing how little sleep I'd had the night before, and the importance of being fully functional the next day, I politely declined.