Harmonics from Under the Stairs

Harmonics from Under the Stairs

Psyching oneself out to perform such a soul condemning, honeymoon-suite-in-hell-reserving, wake-up-screaming-in-puddle-of-cold-sweat-and-dubious-other-materials, routine hamster lab work is no easy task. Especially when one is afflicted with the usual hate-for-viral-genome forms of flu. Luckily, Nikita and I attempted to create a cure for the pestilence. A bubbling concoction of pepperoni (the chili not the meat used as an atery sealant), organic lemon juice, garlic, inorganic lemon juice, ginger, cloves, rooibos, earl grey, grappa, rum (organic solvents to dissolve the clove oil), and various other Ayurvedic and Undergradic necessities. Well, it didn't really cure anything, just pissed it off beyond belief. The virus took a shot vacation to reflect upon the unworldly abuse that it had just received and then came back to kick the ninny out of those responsible.
Whatever, the vacation was long enough for me to do the needful to the Djungarian dudettes and get a whiff of the ammonia thick atmosphere of the hamster colony. I don't know how many of you can experience that, but I recommend it - you see your life flash before your eyes and then transform into some sort of bubble of discontinous blubber, laugh, recite Polish poetry in a big hat and then implode reminding you that you're not dead yet, and just conscious enough to violate hamsters with pipettes...the nightmares...NIGHTMARES!!! You just can't get that any other way.