“I’m resting the entirety of my psychiatric stability on this free, limited-edition, reusable Starbucks straw. I just decided it was finally time to take care of myself.. do a little something for me. As a treat. I can’t read French (?), but if I could, I’m sure the text would say something like “You can do this! You’ve got this! You’re almost there!,” but we’ll never know, I guess.. because Starbucks decided to use a language that literally no one knows. Sad.”
…of 300 of Katie’s hard-earned post-doc salary dollars for vet to remove the seed irremovably lodged in his nasal cavity.
Shawn (left, alleged “jock”) lost completely and utterly. An absolute rout. It was bold that he even tried.
We even had a little lab cocktail hour to celebrate. To any newcomers, no, the one in the middle is not Dominic. That’s me. I just have the longest arms for taking selfies. Soooo sorry if it looks like I’m the center of attention in Dominic’s advancement cocktail hour group photo, as if it’s my fault 🙄 Sue me.
I still haven’t told you which one Dominic is, but if you weren’t a fake fan, you would just go check on the lab profiles page and figure it out yourself. I literally cannot hold your hand through this.