They're small. Light orange ellipsoids. They smell kind of like vanilla. And something else, unidentifiable.

Mostly like vanilla, though.

Some sort of identifying mark on them. Kind of "G" shaped. They're Depakote.

I'm not bipolar. Manic-Depressive. Whatever you care to call it. I don't have epilepsy. I don't take it for migranes.

Ladies and gentlemen....

....it's back.

Neuralgia.

So scared.

In honor of pledge week- which I loathe with every fiber of my being- I created my own, highly exclusive, club. I can tell already, next year, people will desperately want to join, but they will all be ruthlessly denied! *Obligatory Evil Laugh*

I can tell you're all in suspense, so I'll just go ahead and say what it is.

A club. For female... physics major.

Yeah. Major. See, using the plural would be incorrect. I'm all alone.

It's nice, though.

The world would be a scary place with too many physics majors. Or maybe just incredibly dull.