Call me sensitive

No daily medical genetics test today. Relieved, but boring otherwise. Went to eat in Tolstyak with my groupmates. I'm glad that I still have a social life. *grins*

At night I went exploring the shops near the train station. Went in a liquor shop, and saw an absinthe bottle with the absinthe plant floating in it. Reminds me of Ram, who asked Ken to buy him one, which reminds me about the good old times. Sheila & Ram - I miss you guys. It has never been the same again.

You know, I hate it when someone ridicules my memories, especially when it's the good ones (well, of course). Anyway, I rarely talk about my memories to other people, because I simply can't conjure anything that's worth sharing or I'm not able to put it into words. But when I have the chance to share, and someone ridicules it -- It aggravates me. Call me sensitive, but the person was out of line. The good old days -- were one of the best days of my life. That was when I feel significant and well, accepted (so to speak).

Just for the record, the weather today is slightly nostalgic, with a good chance of a) melancholy or b) infuriation.