Some memories are just too good to be left in the past. Back in the mid 1990s I was in college studying to be a chemist or biochemist or something like that. I kept changing majors, but that is beside the point. To ease the pressure of studentdom, My girlfriend gave me a "stress" ball. It was a squishy ball that supposedly relieves stress through abuse. While studying for organic chemistry, I was putting that stress ball into action, squeezing and squishing it for hours. Then it literally exploded. My desk, chemistry book, notes, keyboard, and all were evenly coated with soybeans and rubbery bits. Not only was the stress ball faulty, it was also eco-friendly. How forward thinking. Ironically, I found the whole explosion and cleanup to be quite cathartic.
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