Pop Tarts and Johnny Walker

0:41.  Best.  Movie.  Line.  Ever. 



1:35.  If anyone wants the movie, I already have it. 

A few days ago I slept funny and strained my neck.  Since then, something bizarre has been happening to me everyday.  Every once in a while, I feel a hand running through my hair from behind.  I have no idea what nerve is being pinched or what is happening but it feels awkward.  I don't really like people playing with my hair in the first place.  It's even worse when you feel it and there's no one there.  If I believed in ghosts, I'd be scared.  But, I'm a scientist.  And in science, there's no room for foolishness. 

Interesting happenings at work.  I found a pretty big bug yesterday with the project I'm working on and as a joke, I told Serena that I deserve a prize.  She asked what I wanted and I told her I want some Pop Tarts.  Smores of course.  Today she actually brought me a pack of Pop Tarts.  But, they were strawberry which I hate so technically they're up for grabs.  First come first serve.  Work is really slow when there's no bugs to be found, but as soon as one happens, everything gets hectic and crazy.  That's how I'd prefer it to be.  Sitting in front of a screen performing monotonous work isn't as fun as people think it is. 

I know it's still way early, but I've been thinking about my birthday a lot.  I want to get a bottle of Johnny Walker: Blue label.  Class it up.  I'm an alcoholic...

Until next time,

Don't walk up behind me and run your fingers through my hair.

-Alex Thunderlips