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Special guest blogger: Michelle L Fischer

Received, umprompted, on a recent Saturday night.

 Oh my.

On the drive home from work last night I got a text message from a student:

Approximately six seconds later, turning on to Cesar Chavez Street, I entered a plume of brown smoke quickly sweeping through the neighborhood. The smoke was coming from Valencia Street and before I knew exactly what was going on, there was a palpable sense of dread.

The fire was two blocks away, though. A full smorgasbord of citizens of the Mission-Valenica corridor gathered on the street to watch the scene unfold.

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Nothing brings the neighborhood together like a four alarm blaze. I even saw Colleen (a fellow survivor of the UCSF Puttlitz Lab) for the first time in over a year.

Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I teach aboard the ship. When I step aboard, the federally-mandated security officer always greets me with “how’s it goin’, teach.” It might be one of the best things about my job. As far as today goes, I foresee a lot of hermitting in my office with the door closed. My big interview in on Tuesday. I should know about the summer soon (to sail or not to sail).

For the time being, Morgan Jameson and Indy Sarah are both out of the picture. While this is obviously what was supposed to happen, many questions remain unanswered: why did i push away what i could have for what i could not? Does something good automatically become something bad? Do I posses the ability to take control of my life? At any rate, now I will need to invent new ways to feel sorry for myself. Thank God Fall Out Boy just released a new album.

For the second week in a row, Phanna and I defied all odds to win trivia night alone. I wouldn’t mention it if it weren’t the best thing tha happened all week. Not just the Pig Buck, but hanging out with Phanna–he told me that he’s finally ready to start being human again, which certainly sounds like good news.

There is absolutely nothing good about text messaging.

How long do you think I can survive off crumbs?  I still say mid-March.