Random man, observing me press the 8 button: What's on the eighth floor?
Me: Diabetes and bacterial toxins.
Random man: Sounds lovely.
Acquaintance: What's up?
Me: A package I'm waiting for was delivered to this building but didn't have my room number on it, so now I have to go floor by floor searching for it.
Acquaintance: That happened to me once, but it was a human appendix.
Ah, the fun of working in a medical center. Speaking of, there are red ribbons all over the place for World Aids Day.
In other news, I've been fighting a cold all week, and I'm feeling very blah. But hey, it's Friday, so things are looking up.