Feb 27, 2006 18:19
I'm not good at handling stress.
Thank you for your concern.
My mom just made the Fed Ex delivery man laugh really hard telling him about how she almost started a fire.
I'm eating way way way too much lately.
Mr. Sabia is wonderful.
So is my dog, Fred.
And my bed is the most comfortable place on Earth.
I don't care about plasmids. Or LB plates. So why must I write a report on it?
I'm off to go eat some burnt hamburgers. Mmm.