Coming back from lab today, I had a blisteringly frightful thought, vision, one of those asides about the future, whatever you want to call it. And this blisteringly frightful thought was “so this is what it feels like to be a late-20s, thirty-something bachelor who works a 9 to 5 living in a leaky-roofed poor-excuse-of-a-luxury apartment in West LA and whose friends are all married and gone.” Jury’s still out on that one. Perhaps my life has peaked.

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