I'm giving lab meeting this morning... again. My first talk over the research I've been doing for the past ten months. I don't think Jamesnerves are quite made of steel... Before I fell asleep last night, I resolved that they must be made of polystyrene; this morning, I switched to polypropylene.
The verdict: James, you thought way too much about Stupid Sh*t, and way too little about Lab Meeting Sh*t.
On the lighter side, Zach, sensing my stress, drove me to the grocery store to get lab meeting food, and then to work this morning; we had a conversation in the car that has led me to a Conclusion about him: I'm dating a Fetish.
A convo about child discipline...
Me: "Did your mom ever hit you with a ruler when you were little?..."
Zach: "Oh God, no!..."
[Zach pauses to think... then grins.]
Zach: "Hey, that sounds like fun..."
Jesus.
Does anyone have a meter stick I can borrow?
This is going to sound weird because there's a story that goes with it. Some lady slapped me on my near-bare ass with a leather whip once... and although it hurt, I... got really really turned on :-p
Posted by: sam at March 31, 2004 11:58 PM