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Purgatory - Sunday, Feb. 10, 2019
Day Fifteen - Saturday, Feb. 09, 2019
Day Fourteen - Saturday, Feb. 09, 2019
Day Thirteen - Thursday, Feb. 07, 2019
Atonement - Thursday, Feb. 07, 2019


2002-07-24 @ 10:18 p.m.
Pipette Wrist (similar to tennis elbow)



Apparently the ducks we acquired are 'rare'. Whoops. Guess there won't be duck at Christmas time!

This I learned after a late night rhubarb pie and green tea feast with the other live-in student, his family, and the couple that live out back.

There's nothing like homegrown rhubarb pie on summer nights. Except perhaps the gooseberry fool we had the night before.

So anyhow, in continuation of this culinary entry, we were processing a huge leukapheresis in the 24 degree lab all afternoon. Boss comes up around 3pm and notices our sweat and toil (actually there was amusing banter going on at the time, but we can appear miserable in a split second when boss comes by). Then he informs us that he's treating us all to gelato at Mario's! MMmmm nothing like grapefruit gelato on a 30 degree afternoon. Except perhaps lemon-lime or mango.

In Mario's, there was a little metal napkin holder on the counter. There was a sticky-note on it that read "One napkin per person, please!"

That is all. Must sleep.


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