Earlier this morning, I had irritation absolutely beaming out of my derierre. Due to the rather recent invention of the telegraph, I apparently missed the memo that I would have to open the main site at 8 am. Had I know, I just may not have gone to bed past 6 in the morning, but knowing me, it's painfully difficult to say. So I traipsed over to open the site with one of my probably more dour expressions plastered all over my face.
While at the site, I fulfilled the excruciatingly perplexing on call task of checking refrigerator temperatures with the aid of my helper monkey. I proceeded to the auxilliary site, the other lab, to check the fridge temperatures there. On my way out of the lab, I saw a large wooden handled steak knife on a table, sitting unwrapped in the middle of several pieces of cloth, OJ Simpson style. Drunk with delirium after less than two hours of sleep, I did a double take and examined the knife for any evidence of, well, unintended use. Fortunately I didn't find any, but suspicions are still high...
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