for the record

whoever gave me this sore throat, i hope you rot in hell. if i had tonsils, they would be the size of tennis balls. if i could swallow, it would hurt. some nasty little animals are having a yard sale back there, and the item du jour is green and brown phlegm.

i wish i had something else to fixate on today; like maybe how good it felt to turn in my notebook, run my last gel, and bid my erstwhile coworkers adieu. except one of them, because he and i are still not talking or making eye contact, and i didn't tell him i was leaving, and i let everybody else but him have my buffers and reagents. so there. it's also really fun to deliberately, and in the most painfully obvious way possible, ignore someone right in front of your mutual boss. it tasted almost as good as the robitussin i just took.