turds

okay,...
This week has barely (bearly) started, and somehow I am in the shiite.
Everywhere I look, turds. Turds everywhere, and no pooper-scooper in sight. Farb. Enough with the turds!
Today I pretty much almost started crying over a 10ul pipette.
And the day just keep leaving turds everywhere.
And low fibromodulin expression,... but that's a whole other issue that I need to explain.
Went out for dinner with a bunch of derelicts, and somehow by some freak magic that only happens to me, a perfect amount of liquid got underneath my second beer, and the beer slowly and gracefully slid off the table and right into my lap. What a waste of a beer! It was a brand new beer! The waitress kindly gave me a couple of extra napkins to mop up the mess. So I mopped it up, and then squeezed it into my mouf. yum! Papery! No. Not really.
But today's plethora of turds reminded me of one of my previous dreams. When I was a little girl, I used to dream about writing a blog about bathrooms. And lookie here! Dreams really do come true. So now commences my bathroom blog...