Day Three

Leina seems pretty good. She's decided she's actually going to write her thesis so that she can get her MSW (that's Masters of Social Work for the layman) in time for May graduation, which means that she's got to finish it by February. Which means she's got to get crackin'.

So she was back in work this morning, lamenting that she didn't have a cake for Nestor's birthday, which is around this time, not that he's spending much time at the office. It sounds like it was a typically productive day at the office, filling in spreadsheets and gossiping.

For lunch, she had a tuna fish sandwich but there were too many red onions that were giving her bad breath so she didn't finish it and bought some mentos.

She then went back to Redwood City to visit Miki and her mom, who is doing well. And I have been informed that Miki's mom had an aneurysm, not a tumor. Sorry to incorrectly write the latter in my previous post. Something I failed to mention, however, is that Leina ordered a big latte coffee of some sort at the hospital and she hated it and all the cream and caffeine made her nauseous. She was lucky that it didn't keep her up all night, in this narrator's humble opinion.

So for some reason she was waiting for a parking space at the hospital (perhaps there was a Christmas party and all the spots were taken), and while doing so she called Tony, who was riding BART into the city. Tony was surprised to receive a call while in the bowels of the city, and he asked Leina if the whole San Francisco part of BART got service. Leina said it did, and Tony was in the middle of telling her the story of this movie called Dreamer or something of the sort with Dakota Fanning and Kirk Douglas when wouldn't you know it, the phone died because Leina was dead wrong, you can only get reception from Embarcadero through Civic Center. When Tony called her back from 24th and Mission once he was above ground, she gasped, 'Are you going to put that in the blog?!' Damn right I am.

Later, Leina visited Tony and the Turners and ate some dessert, some leftover trifle from the party that she had arrived so late to on Sunday. I've been informed that she didn't actually eat the dessert, but she should have. They talked and looked at travel magazines and were generally normal and then Leina had to be talked out of giving Tony and Erica a ride back to Berkeley, so she finally relented and just dropped them off at the BART stop on her way home. Leina then went home and watched TV for awhile before going to bed.