Here’s another House reference. Being a bike mechanic I often(?) wonder what Foreman and his break-in team would find in my apartment in terms of contaminants and such. (What I’m referring to in the show is the extent to which Dr House goes to in determining possible causes of illness in that particular episode’s patient. He’ll send Dr Foreman to break into the patient’s domicile in order to investigate their living situation and root out any symptom causing toxins.)

The lingering smell of loc-tite on my clothes—even after copious cycles of laundry. The random smears of grease, debris, and other detritus on my pants. All variety of gunk under my fingernails (I swear I wear gloves!) It’s all pretty gross. 

I hope I can get to Princeton in time before I come down with any debilitating afflictions. Today I feel fine.

(What’s really weird and gross is seeing my cats licking the spokes of my bike when I get home. I hope there’s a prodigy vet for them when they come down with some obscure disease.)