Happy Happy, Joy Joy
To top off the wonderful week of doom:
"We regret to inform you"
You should never get a letter that begins with those words at the end of a week like this.
And last, but not least:
The microscope is not working. The one and only microscope available to me in this stinkin' university--the one piece of equipment that I need to finish my work--has become unhappy after having some routine maintenance done. Oh the irony. The one thing that was working perfectly fine. Thank God the "experts" came in to "tune it up" and destroyed it in the process. I hope they choke on their happy hour drinks. Well, maybe not choke, but I definitely their drinks taste "tuned up" in a funky sort of way.
It's all so funny. Ha, ha, hee, hee.
I'm going to sit here like a pro and wait for Ashton and the camera crew to jump out and tell me that I've been Punk'd.
Yep, that's the only explanation.
Do you find it odd that neighbors who we barely speak to just popped in 5-minutes ago to ask if they can borrow our car to move a piece of furniture?
That, my friends, takes balls.
Oh well, we'll help because they are really nice and, obviously, outgoing. Also, I guess we'll help because we're those kind of people. You know, the kind without any balls.