Yvi

So, as some of you may recall from all my whining, I did the GRE thing last Saturday, following a week just this side of incredibly insane.

In sum: I had all the math in my head, then sat down and promptly started second-guessing every answer I got. Felt kind of bummed about that, so I breezed through the verbal section in record time and didn't do quite as well there as I'd hoped either. However, at least I've got it out of the way--I can always try again or just decide, hell with it, anyone studying Nonprofit Management is going to get noticed more for her resume than her knowledge of factoring.

I don't even know if I'm going to do grad school. I like my current job and, even though I don't plan on dedicating my life to it, I'm learning a lot and will definitely be getting a raise in January.

Anyway, last week, I had networking events Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday evening, then a a board meeting on Friday, thus sapping my strength and upping my stress. If it hadn't all happened at such a terrible time, it might have been pretty fun--Tuesday's event was on a boat (during House, have I mentioned?) and Thursday's was a penthouse gala.

And there was a guy there who looked really, really familiar but whom I just couldn't place. I kept racking my brain--"nope, not one of the members, not a sponsor, don't think I've been introduced to him..."--and then I realized I had seen him before, swaggering around with a gun and a brown overcoat and ogling Simon Tam.

The dude looked just like Nathan Fillion. He was tall and awkward and messy-haired and it was killing me not to LOL or call him Mal. That right there almost made the week of doom worth bearing.