...in the wallet, that is. Your public service message for the day is: Never spill acetone on your glasses. They will crack. And your wallet will cry.

Perhaps finally I will be under only one boss here at work. I'm still not quite sure who I turn my paycheck into, though. Sam Klein (the head honcho) is a nice, nice man, even if he's a little intimidating, being so scientifically famous. Which is odd (the intimidation, not the famousness, he's terrifically smart), since he looks like someone's favorite uncle.

And aside from the hurtful events to my bank account recently, I now have and (that has to be one of the oddest pairings of dvd releases I've ever seen) in my hot little hands, which makes me happy. Seems like my life is very up and down lately. On the one hand, it seems like I'm constantly stressed by work and the little thing called the MCAT (Jesus, 17 days) but then I come home and conveniently ignore those things and immerse myself in a book. Why can't I be as excited about studying for the MCAT as reading a new fantasy? Sigh. I've even been good and have not brought a book to work with me this week, so I can study during breaks and lunches. Sometimes I wonder what I'm going to do with my life. Wish I knew. Wish I knew that I would be a doctor, or a writer, or something else. I don't want to be only a scientist for the rest of my life.

What do you want to be?