The Smells of Madness

The smell of diethyl ether is irremovably etched into my skull. Also, i can conjure the delightful scent of formaldehyde-animal carcass at will, and so dispell any annoying hunger pangs. I think my labs are damaging to my psychological wellbeing. Oh except for my com. sc. lab where the TA is, in my opinion, very handsome.

My favourite quote from Lock, Stock (see previous post):

Eddie: They're armed.
Soap: What was that? Armed? What do you mean armed? Armed with what?
Eddie: Err, bad breath, colorful language, feather duster... what do you think they're gonna be armed with?
Guns, you tit!

That, and:

Soap: You're not funny, Tom. You're fat, and look as though you should be, but you're not.

I keep thinking about it and chuckling to myself. Oh help i need to do my work. Stop typing stop typing stop typing!

Okay.