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Whoa. Greetings and salutations. It has been far too long . . . for those of you concerned I had had some kind of misadventure with a flask of E. Coli, the autoclave, or chloroform, and was lost to the world forever, rest assured: I live! It seems the best way to go about this update without it turning into 10kg of chocolate in a bite-size ( Read more... )

Thank God for chocolate. I don't even generally LIKE chocolate, but it's like prescription-free Zoloft. I wonder if Juliet would've turned out a little differently if her nurse had given her heaping bowls of Count Chocula instead of encouraging her to marry Paris ( Read more... )

I went to the lunch room for a bag of chips and noticed someone had put out a large bowl of chocolate-covered peanuts, at which several proper and officey ladies were pecking ( Read more... )

I think I'm going a little overboard tutoring math this year. I am loudly and proudly domaining and ranging left right and centre. My Math dial goes all the way to eleven. I have 4 students, all in the same grade at the same school, and it's all the same math . . . but I have BAGGAGE about it. Grade 11 Math, that is ( Read more... )

The HELL? Now drum teacher Pai Mei is falling all over himself telling me how great I am, how I have such a feel for this, how I have a tremendous understanding of the drums. Which, admittedly, is better than him yelling at me, and yes, I HAVE internalized these patterns so I'm not sucking . . . but . . . what the HELL? I am no prodigy, and I ( Read more... )

Everyone at work keeps congratulating me that I'm leaving, gazing at me with a wistful joyfulness as though I'm being granted parole and they've got another few years to serve in the clink. This is cracking me up ( Read more... )

Wow, it is so precious to be woken up early by your evil drum teacher on a Friday morning when you're sleeping in. I was groggy as hell, and the last thing I needed was to hear him count for two frickin' minutes. My mistake for sleepily garbling ( Read more... )

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until I tell my supervisor I'm handing in my 2 weeks' notice.

After three months of craptacular agony, department of Laboratory Medicine and Pathobiology . . . are you ready for Molly?

Cause Molly is SO ready for you.