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It's been one of those weeks where my mind is all over the place. My days alternate between writing about 1950s/1960s Singapore and researching about modern-day Vietnam. My nights feature a lot of dinners out (no cooking this week, unless you count making coffee) and/or generous doses of season 3 Veronica Mars. In between all that, my mind takes its own expatiations, sometimes into territory I'd rather not dwell on (in?) too much.

On a more mundane note, I have a funny story about a lovey-dovey couple that frequents a particular corner of the reference library, another funny story about photos of a diseased vagina, and a not-so-amusing tale of being jumped and thumped in our lovely pristine Singapore. Only one of these stories is firsthand; if you see me, you can ask me about them.