Yesterday, I helped out with one of the upper level grad classes by being their vestibular testing guinea pig. They were doing the "caloric reflex test," testing the vestibulo-ocular reflex, which helps stabilize images on the retina. It involves wearing these big-ass goggles that track your eye movements and laying down while a continuous stream of water is squirted in your ear to flood the canal and purposely make you dizzy. The professor had me lay down and the goggles had me in complete darkness. I was visibly nervous, so she said "it feels sort of like a night of drinking. Some people pay for that feeling, you know." I laughed haaaard, and then the water hit and after 20 seconds or so, I got dizzy. It felt just like having the spins. I could feel my eyes wiggling around trying to find something to focus on, which is the point of the test. It measured and graphed my eye movements, which basically showed that my reflex is normal and blah blah. I got chocolate at the end.
So that was yesterday.
Today, there is not enough cheese in the WORLD. There's too much work and not enough cheese. Never enough cheese. Also, I didn't realize how good we had it in Vermont with Cabot. Generic grocery store cheese is not really cheese, it's like a tasteless sponge that is artificially orange and wrongfully labeled extra sharp when in reality there is no sharpness at all. Wannabe, faker cheese. Rant over. For now.
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