Feeling much better after a week of adjusting to one of the three vaccinations I received last Tuesday. I finally felt well enough to walk to Biggby this morning, despite all the trudging through invisible swamps of stagnant heat on the sidewalk. After walking around in eighty degree heat for five minutes, I realized that I could never be a lava monster, even if I wanted to, or even if I had to in some strange reality show involving mythical fire creatures.
Yet, when I got my drink and took the first sip, all I could taste was sugar. I realized that my Biggby tolerance had reverted to null after a sole week of caffeine abstinence. The culprit looks unassuming enough:
Yet, behind that frosted smirk lies a pound of sugar at least. Enough sugar to kill some form of cute animal in its infant state, let's just say a baby squirrel. TRUTH.
I have been volunteering at the MSU Museum's Department of Historical Collections for about a week now. And sure, the handling of artifacts from MSU's long storied heritage is fascinating, but this video captures, in zero words, the true joy of my volunteering experience thus far: riding in the bed of a truck.
Ummmmmm... Yeah, I'm done with this post now.
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