Germ Phreak

I've had a long-standing policy that after using someone else's computer, I wash my hands with soap and water. I assume that this is less offensive than, say, snapping on a pair of surgical gloves prior to sitting down at my co-worker's desk.

The thing is, I realize that people sit at their desk all day long, eating, sneezing, coughing, and doing who knows what else. The direct recipient of all these activities is: the keyboard! And his ugly brother, the mouse.

Well, this has only confirmed my suspicions. Maybe those surgical gloves aren't such a bad idea after all.

Dear Graduate School

I've grown tired of you.

You have become like the house guest who never leaves.

Or the leaf that gets stuck on my windshield wiper, no matter how fast I gun it.

Yes, you demand that I write a paper to turn in tonight. However, I am now adopting "just in time" production.