The Horrors of Warm Botox

My dreams continue to be vague and disappointing this week.

However, the Botox was left out too long today. They had to call the Botox people to find out if it could still be used. Four hours is the maximum that Botox can live at room temperature, so, alas, we had to throw it away. I noticed today that the Botox is stored next to someone's mustard in the clinic refrigerator. Now, that's just not right.

My parting words for you all tonight (as well as a lead-in to one of the theories about my strange and disturbing dream content) come from my father, who is working on the computer next to me, and suddenly wanted to remind me of this: "Lucifer is high, Satan is low."