Remember when

Remember when, as grade school students, you worked for hours on some craft for hours and your parents put it on the fridge or some other place of honor? Have we really moved up when, as pharmacists, we'll meticulously sculpt things for someone to shove up their ass?

Think about it.

Other than that, I'm rather anhedonic about the day in general. Yeah, I went there -- I'm anhedonic. Have to love L_______'s flyball quiz that doesn't do diddly to change your grade because it's a percentile class. I was also pretty fond of Yanni today; it seems like he's a little attached to us. Just don't fall below 75% attendance because then he'll break both your legs and burn your house down.

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