Later that night, Donna felt ill.

Later that night, Donna felt ill.

I really don’t know why I have this one.  Unless it was from when I was trying to get a PhD in…science and my…thingy you do to get one was on girls in pink sweatshirts who drink pee out of a tube while some dude watches from a chair in a room with pennants and Christmas lights.  They kicked me out, though.  My ideas were too radical for those stuffed shirts at Science U.  So instead of saving lives with science, I am doing this.  Which is probably saving more lives anyway, truthfully.

And don’t tell me that’s not pee.  I’m mostly a scientist and you aren’t.