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It’s official.
I’m either developing some weird case of narcolepsy or this air mattress is going to be the death of me. It seems like no matter how much sleep I get, I’m still tired. I passed out on my living room floor after working at the lab yesterday for almost 2 hours and really could have just gone to bed except it was still exceptionally light outside considering it wasn’t even 6:00 pm.
So unless there is some weird atmospheric pollutant making me tired all the time, I’m blaming the air mattress and the apparent lack of quality sleep.
But if you see me passed out in my soup, help a sister out.
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Texans are like Californians, except with bigger guns and slowly spoken insults.
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I have the best job ever now. Of course I may not be saying that come October when I'm eyeball deep in cell cultures, paper grading and classes, but right now? It's pretty much the shit.
In the past 2 weeks I have had the weirdest and most hilarious conversations of my entire life with my lab mates. No topic is left untouched. None.
Now, if I can keep the sticky fingers from stealing my pens and supplies, life would be swell.
And if I didn't sweat every time I even thought about going outside, life would be splendid.
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What do you get when you put 1 PhD student, 2 masters students, 1 undergraduate and 1 high school student in a car with 4 snow cones and a crazy driver?
1 undergrad and 3 grad students covered in sticky spray.
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I think I'm living on the surface of the sun. Literally.
If it gets any hotter I won't have to worry about trying to lose weight, I'll just sweat it off.
But I'll need to invest in a year's supply of underwear.
Ew.
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There you go, I told you. Shittacular gift.
You're welcome.