An exchange

This morning, during a lecture on medicinal chemistry, thanks to the cold I've caught and the attendant constant nose-blowing, I got a nosebleed. On a Visa bill that Dan had given me earlier (I've had all my mail go to his place while I was staying in the hostel), the man started writing on the envelope, and I replied back. His contributions are in the slightly darker ink. My writing is a bit untidy as I was pinching my nostrils shut with my left hand.

You have to take your entertainment where you can find it in a Friday morning lecture.