So we’re learning in lab how to turn off our Bunsen burners between experiments lest one of us reaches across the flame for some tasty E. Coli and draws back a charred forearm.  You’d be surprised how many burnt-umber colored sweatshirt sleeves one class can have.  I have yet to have a mishap ever. . .except replace “have yet to have” with “had” and replace “ever” with “recently.”  I’m pretty sure smelling burning wool in lab is not normal.  Luckily my beloved Abercrombie sweater only received minor injuries.  Oh, my arm was fine too.  Oh, and it wasn’t Abercrombie now that I think of it.  Eight bucks, sales rack, Target.  I suppose we should thank our Josephs and Marys that it’s not summer and that sweaters aren’t made from gasoline-soaked newspapers.

In other news, I’m getting vaccinations for entrance into the Medical College of Georgia.  Good news:  I don’t have tuberculosis.  Bad news:  I had to get a vaccine cocktail jab in each cheek, and I’m not talking about the area under my eyes.  In terms of pain, it beats shoulder or arm though.  I’ll drop my pants for that any day.  Enough nurses under the sun have seen my junk at one time or another.  Cheers.

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