NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO that’s awful! Womaning too hard is dangerous. For the experienced and highly skilled only.

Knees. I can’t shave my knees. They’re knobby and I always end up cutting myself! I gave up.

I feel ya. My situation is a little different in that I have pretty thick hair that is confused as to whether it wants to be straight or curly, so it settled for frizzy. FRIZZY. No hairstyle lasts and it takes so fucking long to do this much hair for it to only last til I’m out the door. Straighten it? Frizzes. Curl?…

To be fair, the state is already preeeetty level (flatlander jokes).

Now I just want to spend all day watching witch movies.

YEEEESSS. It’s finally happened! But I don’t have the Food Network anymore... aaagghhh

I DON’T UNDERSTAND THIS. What is ellipses followed up by a bazillion exclamation points supposed to imply? Like, are you yelling or trailing off mid thought? My only guess is that it’s Robert Byrd style speech—SHOUTING and then stopping mid sentence and then only picking it up again when the silence gets awkward.

“Butthat doesn’t mean we should stop talking about it.”

That's actually up for debate. Many people who have completed treatment still suffer from symptoms.

I feel like 100 uM is actually kind of high? I do a lot of HTS (high throughput screening) and 100 uM is at the top of the curve if we even test it that concentrated.

ME. I hate my job. Love my work, hate my boss and the system at the company that allows her to emotionally abuse us. It's getting to the point where I'm nauseated before meetings with her, but at least I'm not having panic attacks like before. I know I should leave, but my project is too interesting and has too much…

I ate roly polies, but not because I thought they were candy. But they're like dirt lobsters, right!?

OMG THAT BELLY. THE CHEEKS.

Kind of tangential—there was a cool article on Claudia Alexander, the woman leading up NASA's contribution, yesterday in the LA Times. http://www.latimes.com/science/la-sci…

Excellent! We'll shape the beautiful minds of future agitators!

Let's start a school together. I'm itching to move back to Texas (home) just to storm the Capitol and generally cause a ruckus.

Thank goodness I'm just kind of average. Am I allowed to talk, Andrea?

Or you just know one person who told you. I'm actually surprised the statistic isn't higher.

I recently moved into a house in a relatively quiet neighborhood and until last week, I lived alone. I also recently broke my foot so although I can walk, at the time I was quite slow so I think that added to my paranoia. Anyway, one stormy night, I woke up because the buzzer connected to the backdoor was going off…

Dude, I've been following this from afar, and I have NO IDEA what's happening anymore. Good on you for trying.