This week I made the PI so frustrated he threw a pencil. Not at me, but nevertheless. The worst part is that the feeling is mutual but I've been drilled from a young age about propriety and to not make a scene and show respect and what have you, and so I can't throw something too. My self control won't let me.

In other news my parents are apparently dealing with a squirrel problem this week, my main experiment is still not working, and it may be time to murder someone else in my story.