Coldplay never titles their songs according to their lyrics. Sometimes it makes sense, sometimes it doesn't. I'll borrow their creativity and name this post something totally random. Unless, of course, you think that I'm having a hidden meaning behind it and am tremendously brilliant and subtle. Subtly brilliant. Haha so oxymoronic!
But maybe I DO have a hidden meaning behind this! *mysterious cloaking movement*
Ah hah!
When we were small, our parents used to motion to us to consume our food by stretching out the spoon laden with fried rice to our faces, and cajoling us with 'ohm' (or 'um'). We would stare blankly at them, then, figuring that in order to get this pesky metallic stick with stuff at its end out of our faces, we need to gobble down the food and echo an 'ohm'. The spoon will then be pulled upwards so the food will be scraped off the roof of our mouth, forcing our neck to crane upwards and producing a most difficult sensation and near-gag. Our reward: subtle nutrition and a sigh of relief from our feeder.
Sometimes we view things that way. Sometimes things happen the way they are, uncomfortably, necessarily...well, some might be unnecessary.
Omeprazole. Did the powerpoint today for our group's pharmacology presentation. Next week, we'll be presenting in front of a live audience- our friends! It's going to be fun. By the way, omeprazole is the drug they use to treat gastric ulcers. Speaking of which, Richard, not eating does not give you ulcers!
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