If you're the sort who looks for bad omens

I seem to have lost the little white peace sign button that has decorated my overcoat for the past four winters.

Less ominous

I (and everyone else with a mailbox on this floor) just got a flyer inviting me to a performance created by some HMS undergrads called My Big Fat Distal Swelling.

Also

Justin and another grad student are having a conversation about golgi apparatus, and again I am compelled to sing to myself.

Golgi, o woe is me

You can't even see the see

Golgi, golgi, go-o-olgi, golgi