I put nice cutesie pictures of LK up here to fool people into reading the following which contains gruesome details of my daily life. I have always listed the smell of burning bone as one of my least favorite experiences. The first time I can distinctly remember smelling burning bone was when Bobby Wood was fashioning some sort of bridge for his guitar (if there's one thing I am totally ignorant of, its the anatomy of a musical instrument). The smell is truely awful. Well today I had the distinct pleasure of sawing through the vertebral column of a dead, but generous, man of about 250 lbs.
It didn't last too long, we soon decided to just use the chisel, chipping and tearing away part of this philantropist of the latest kind with reckless abandon. What an interesting activity to engage in. I think I understand the illicit connotation attached to such activity in previous times. It truly is utilitarian.
On a less barbaric note, our first test was today. Embryology. I passed. That is good. Actually everyone passed.
And our air conditioning works at our apartment!
Don't even know what to complain about.....
2 comments:
beez!
I just got a message from you on my phone. I will give you a buzz back.
this post made me laugh and cringe and almost vomit (the chiselling and cutting and the gahoy-gahay)..
Man, the raptor is so amazingly beautiful. Wow. What a smile.
We will talk. It will be monumental.
Huckleberry Shake Fa' Life, Suckah.
Yay, air conditioning! Boo, burning bone!
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