-VM1 organized picnic tonight in the trailer park for the VM1's. BYOG (bring your own grillable) and BYOB. Just returned home.

-I decided to bake something fun and me. Thus I baked.... ::doot-dah-doo!:: A red velvet cake in the shape of a dog. Well, I fashioned a sheetcake and a single cupcake into a reasonable rendition of a white dog (cream cheese frosting provided the fur). My mad creative cake skills...

-The dog (with red insides approximating the muscles that we are dissecting for at least 6 hours per week in lab) was a big hit. Many people were confused about what kind of cake it was, though. There were suspicions that it was some sort of berry flavored. (How discusting is that?) But those who ate it, liked it and most that saw it seemed to appreciate it. Mission accomplished.

-Speaking with new people and learning some more names and factoids occurred.

-Intellctual, intense and at times heated discussion took place as the evening wound down. That was good. A good thing to happen, I think. Hope that I didn't really drive anyone away, but if I did, so be it. More than anything, though, I hope that I didn't appear ignorant, immovable, or stupid.

-I am overwhelmed. In a matter of just a couple of days I have gotten behind. Old feelings of anxiety have returned and I feel that large weight settling in over my heart and lungs, compressing everything within and making everything less apt to function properly. Perhaps if I would have made the time for more physical activity today, that wouldn't be the case, hard to tell, as I have been doing some extra stuff every day due to the decrease in the amount of walking that I am used to having to do everyday.

-Feeling isolated, but not wanting to use the immediate routes available to remedy that (family and friend here [don't know if Meredith and I are there yet]).

-Oh yeah, did I mention the overwhelmation and anxiety?

On the up side, Jory is visiting on Friday. I look forward to that a ridiculous amount.