a few things

a few of my least favourite things:

injecting vit d or anything else for that matter into the unsuspecting belly - and sometimes a more unsuspecting bladder - of rats (never knew rats could be cute and white i thought they were all about black biting viciousness)

excuse me's 5 miles away

morning smiles and cracks about 'driving the elevator' (gimme a break!)

japanese guy with blumbering english vocab of 10.5 words announcing to the world that today rouba was a little "under the weather" (in prophetic proportions! did he get hit by an apple while watching my fair lady?)

the 'where i've been' and 'hence where you should go' diatribes of the new-worldly types

drug reps (but i really really like their brownies god forgive me)

the creepy lady who crosses the corridor outside my lab and leaves a trail of cigarette smoke and her eyes tell me 'i hate you all' but i don't know why and nobody knows her name and what and what about her

stuffing my comforter into the duvet bag (i call it sleeping with the enemy)

talking about finding a 'mamsa7a', the lebanesey equivalent of towel to wipe the floor, but it has to be ugly and grey chafey and amenable to squeezing. if walmart does not have it despite its border trades then it does not exist in the US and that is the end of the matter really i can use a sponge or two sponges as runner-ups mom PLEASE (love u mom)

pounds and inches and feet and fahrenheits

feet (the ones with toes)

preformed hot chocolate with tons of sugar to make it irreversibly repugnant

tofu in all its forms and metaphysical transformations

did i mention waking up early? well yes that mostly with the repercussions of it on my daily activities (or lack thereof)

enough bitching, going to sleep