Okayokay. I want to commit to writing things at least twice a week to get over my procrastination/perfectionism when it comes to writing science stuff. So I want a new blog to write about my PhD and related stuff. But I can’t think of a name. This is a bad start.

I just looked up the club we went to on Friday on Google maps because I couldn’t remember where exactly it was and it’s described as a “Hip basement club and live music venue” and for some reason I find that amusing.

Today I was really great at being awful at talking to people. My brain just couldn’t seem to figure out how conversation worked. I also went to swing dance and there were way too many people and two of the three guys I danced with were at least 2m tall and that was difficult.

On the plus side, I have a computer all set up in my office, the IT guys are pretty cool, and I had a pretty good omelette.

The hardest period in life is one’s twenties. It’s a shame because you’re your most gorgeous, and you’re physically in peak condition. But it’s actually when you’re most insecure and full of self-doubt. When you don’t know what’s going to happen, it’s frightening.

Helen Mirren, quoted in Esquire’s “What I’ve Learned” (via psych-facts)

(via pepperbee)

So I am now really a PhD student. And I live in Edinburgh. And we have internet. And things are pretty good.