Can you believe it's 96 degrees right now? It's 7:30pm. What on Earth? At this rate I'm definitely going to turn into a piece of burnt toast. I have been trying incredibly hard to not tan by wearing a variety of dress shirts, sweaters, and cardigans--only exposing my hands (sometimes) and I know that I look like a complete psycho because random people in the streets have asked me if I'm hot, but I don't care. Sacrifices must be made to stay sexy--or rather, to not get any uglier than this.
Let me introduce you to one of our homozygous knockout mice. His name is licorice and he's super cute. We killed Jellybean on Thursday for EMG and microelectrode studies, but I never got a picture of him and that made me sad, so I thought I would take a picture this time before we have to kill them again. It's not the best picture, but it'll do. Meh. The grey ones are still cuter. I need to stop naming the mice.
You would hope that this is common sense and that you don't need a public health expert with a PhD to tell you this, but given the people in our society... I'm not surprised.
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