Indubitably

Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose. Wise words from Jean-Baptiste Alphonse Kerr and while I am not a French satirical journalist, I find the apophism appropriate for a re-entry into what was once a safe space for me, and will hopefully be again.

I apologize that I have stared blankly at those who have had the misfortune to bump into me. At times, I find the constant stimulation a bit much and have taken to removing my glasses which helps me focus on things other than my sight; however, I am not able to see much. Please do not take this as a reflection of yourself or your character. This is entirely a me issue, and I acknowledge as such.

My name is Dr. Henry McCoy. I have several degrees in advance sciences and am currently debating transferring to the medical program to have more practical skills or continue with theoretical quantum astrophysics. I look forward to interacting further with my fellow housemates. I apologize in advance for my awkwardness.

Thank you.

Firm regards,

Hank.

A cell culture flask from my laboratory refrigerator has been replaced by a bottle of 'Beantown Spicy Mustard'.

This is obviously a hilarious joke.

But whoever has played it on me, could you please return the flask now?

It's important.

Also potentially biohazardous.

The cells, that is. Not the mustard. Though that looks rather dangerous as well.

Just a reminder that while L-tryptophan does make you sleepy in the correct concentration, turkey does not contain significantly high enough amounts to cause that effect. The post-food 'coma' that you experience is likely no more than your body being satiated after large amounts of food (especially carbohydrates) and for some people, alcohol.