I got it from Brandon

POsting this seems a bit like cheating. But I make the rules so...

This Is My Life, Rated
Life:	7.7
Mind:	7.6
Body:	7.6
Spirit:	5.5
Friends/Family:	5.9
Love:	2.1
Finance:	9
Take the Rate My Life Quiz

About what I expected, sure Love could be better but that seems to be low for most people so I'm unconcerned. Are my Finances really that good? Kinda yeah.

hmmm

I've said (with a hint of irony I suppose) that I don't want a livejournal because I don't think my life is interesting. Well, to be more accurate, my life is interesting to me. Don't believe me? Very well: Tom's weekend.

On Saturday I went shopping with my mom. A pleasing affair, but mostly I needed her car to go to the mall so I could recieve my pre-paid copy of City of Villains. They didn't have Civilization 4, which I had resolved to play when I couldn't play CoV; But I should save my money anyway. That afternoon I installed the game, joined the head start, and got Messrs. Weyandt in for good measure. In between loading screens I was reading a lot of this book, which is awesome.

Sunday, Set clocks back played some more CoV. Ponder for the umpteenth time buying a new computer. Finish the book.

There you go, 48 hours gone buy...and...yeah. Well, I suppose it's not worse then what I've been reading elsewhere in journal land.

hmmm...

Today was a bad day to be a mouse.

Well. For those of you not in the know (which I suspect is no one) I am something of a scientician. Or, what some might call a son of a bitch. In brief, I claimed the lives of 14 adorable brown and black mice today. An average of one every 15 minutes.

Then I took their blood.

And sometimes their brains.

This wasn't exactly business as usual but nor was it that unexpected. I'll be honest, it was pretty grisly and it's because of days like this I like to come home and do things that remind me not at all of the previous eight hours. It's a strange thing, animal research. Strange and a little sad, and a tiny bit fun. I must also admit...even when I am the direct proximate cause of a 5 week old black mouse drifting into a pentobarbital slumber forever I do like my job. My coworkers are smart and attractive. I've learned more by doing then I have by reading. I'll be published in scientific journals. And this'll probably make up for the cheerfully average grades when I apply for graduate studies.

I remain content in my position. I wonder how long that will last.

Why hello there

If you've found this blog tell me how, because for now I don't really have anything worth reading. Until that changes, I'm keeping the shop locked up.

Skedaddle.