I promise better posts after next week, when my paper comes to term, my lab book is confiscated and my finals are finaled. I'll even talk back to y'all.
Once upon a time I was writing a book called, "Just Another Love Letter", about angels behaving badly. Now I just quietly ask myself each day, "What the hell am I doing?"
My friends always knew I was going to hell. My only hope is that God likes good jokes and bad redheads.