Dear Diary,

Today I managed to shatter a jar of citric acid all over myself (and the bench, and a large part of the floor). Apparently that's what happens to a plastic chemical jar when it's been sitting around for too long.

Sincerely,

-S

P.S. Regarding ATLAS SHRUGGED: Wwwhhhhhyyyyyyyyyy? It would've been so much better if it just ended right after the planes thing but instead it kept on going and now it just kept on getting more and more intolerable. Without the element of mystery (which even when I figure things out ahead of the time, I like to keep on reading / watching to prove that I am right -- yes, I do like being right, most of the time) to distract me from the preachiness and increasing viscosity of what is starting to feel like propaganda, it can get Very Intolerable. But I am committed at this point and so shall finish reading, though I cannot help but feel as if I've been personally betrayed. And ye Gods -- the romance element felt extraneous and wrong from the start (think original Sherlock Holmes randomly starting to wax lyrical about some woman's eyes kind of wrong) but you know, a little bit is okay -- adds a bit of flavor -- but now it's just...urgh. Dagny went from being my favorite to my least favorite character, and not just for being disappointingly slow on the uptake for the second half of the book. This is me, metaphorically weeping into my blog.