The Finite

I learned something about eye drops today.

They’re tested for efficacy on bunnies. Specifically, the eyes of the bunnies. Even more specifically, they apply the prospective eye drop, suck the aqueous humor out of the rabbit’s eye, then they can assay the resulting liquid.

(The eye will have been removed from the rabbit by this point and, concurrently, the rabbit will have been removed from this Earth.)

We got shown a graph of aqueous humor drug concentration. Every data point is 3-5 dead bunnies. Strangely, this is not the most depressing graph I’ve seen all day. (See “Justin Bieber popularity over time”)

So at the end of the day in your pharmaceutical testing lab, there’s a pile of dead bunnies. As far as I know, there is not a pile of dead baby bunnies, but I can’t imagine a gaggle of baby bunnies being too happy upon seeing the other pile of bunnies.

In conclusion, Ben Stein is a monster.

I’ll be honest. I don’t like my last post. I framed it around the opening line, but ran out of steam shortly after. I was forcing it. My posts usually center around a few key events and I fill in the rest in between with my own humorous ramblings. But lately, I’ve just been so out of energy. I’m on campus for 5-16 hours a day so I can’t nap. I carry coffee around all day strapped to my shoulder and nurse myself with ~19 mg/hr of caffeine just to maintain coherence. (People look at me weird when I say I’m into calculated dosing. Pharmacy people. It makes no sense.) My calorie needs come out of a lunchbag. Then again, I am proud to say that I brought the lunch bag back into style with the Pharmacy kids.

The exam cavalcade continues. My philosophy remains the same.

Sig: take pr ud every week.

You get used to it.

I’m just worn out. I’m beginning to feel it in my heart. I feel… thin. Sort of stretched, like… peanut butter scraped over too much bread. I need a vacation. And hopefully, the upcoming break will be a productive one.