Returned from the pharmacy, to pick up my prescriptions. An to my pleasure they had ONE bag left of the soft, chewy and very very nice munching liquorice that they sell there left. Everyone else had been cleaning them out and I got the one and only remaining bag they had. Picked up a tube of benzocaine gel, thats intended for dental pain, but I shall be using it rather for a nasty burn upon my thumb. I picked up the wrong end of my brown pipe, and the thing is black glass so its not possible to see if its red hot. And it was at that end for it had been subjected to a most thorough roasting, in order to vaporise the goodness housed within. That it did and nicely does do, but unfortunately, it gives NO sign of being blazing hot unless you carefully check it with a close but not touching hand. I cannot find my IR thermometer and won't contact it bulb of my nice, good wide-range and extremely accurate mercury thermometer lest it crack through acute, intense and highly localized thermal shock in a tiny area of the bulb. I'm very fond of that thermometer, and even whenever I have needed, needed NEEDED some mercuric chloride, that has never been cracked open and raided, because I'm attached to it, and its a very very good, accurate piece of equipment. now piece-o-shit type human temp-range gallium ones from pharmacies intended to see if a human being has a fever. Those are pierces of shit. And get bought JUST so I can cool them down to summon all the gallium metal to the bulb. And the bulbs bagged and tapped with a hammer, squeezed until they burst, in a vice, etc. for their only reason for being bought is so that gallium can be raided and used for a Hg substitute minus toxicity and environmental awfulness.
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