stinks. I got it all over my hands, and it's making me gag. Avoid it at all costs.

So yes, as you might have surmised, I am back from the first night of organic chemistry lab ... and no, I didn't blow anything up, send flammable liquids flying across the room or impale myself with the thermometer. Yet. There are still 10 weeks to go.

But damn, I am beat. All of this studying, animal healthcare quandaries and life issues are taking their toll on me, making me quite the irritable fuck. Yes, I can admit that even I have faults. Rare as they may be. But I do have them. And one is my ability to go from calm, cool, and collected to psychotic bitch without warning. (Well, the horns suddenly sprouting from my forehead might be considered a subtle clue.)

It's called stress, dear readers. So, you'll have to forgive me if I suddenly go off half cocked for no reason. I generally go back to my charming, sedate, warm and fuzzy self after a few minutes (shut up, Robyn). You know, once the proverbial hair has been plucked from my tender, plump and juicy ass.

And with that, I am off to bed. I need to rest my weary bones ... before one of the cats decides to vomit, eviscerate, or have a seizure.