For the love of all that is holy, why can I not seem to keep the things inside my head that should stay there? Is there any reason at all that a person would say the things that I say? Gah! I shouldn't need a social story to remind me that it is not fun conversation to tell someone that you can't stop thinking about hydronium ions.
Or maybe I do, because I may or may not have had that conversation just this morning. Musing on the pH scale (negative log of the molar concentration of hydronium ions)--snappy repartee for sure.
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Oh my. This concentration from school is bringing out some of the best and most obsessive parts of your mind. Must. Find. Some. Way. To. Channel. The. Genius.
Sing it, sister. I need some wildly funky protein folding research or something.
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