A/N—I apologize in advance if you think that this short story sucks. LOL. I originally was going to do this as part of a collab for the Reviews Lounge, Too forum here on Fanfiction, but then I got a better idea for my collab piece. :3 I love BBT, though.

It's March 20—the vernal equinox (more popularly known as "the first day of spring" to the less-intelligent). It's a balmy, typical day on the Caltech campus in Pasadena, California. Sheldon Cooper—a physicist with an off-the-charts IQ and intelligence that can't be matched by even some of the greatest scientific minds that have ever existed on this planet (according to himself, that is)—is making his way down a tree-lined walkway, heading to the building that his office is located in.

He's taking his time to observe his surroundings; after all, scientists always must be observant. On his left, he passes a geology major who is closely examining a piece of cubic zirconia. (The fool must believe that the rock is actually a diamond. Psh. Geologists.) On his right, he notices two birds socializing with each other. Curious, Sheldon saunters over to the twig the egg-laying creatures are resting on. The birds don't respect Sheldon's fascination with the animals, and one of them pecks Sheldon's nose. The physicist flinches, then walks a great distance away from the nest before pulling out a sterile handkerchief to sanitize his nose with. Luckily, the peck had not pierced his skin, and all he has is a minor bruise at most.

Sheldon then takes into consideration the innumerable plethora of diseases that the aviary animals can carry. In a matter of seconds, he produces a travel-sized container of Purel, squeezes some of the substance on his finger, and carefully dabs the small amount on the afflicted area.

Then, the physicist takes a moment to recall why he begged Leonard to drive him to work today. It's supposed to be his day off.

That's right: Sheldon has to reevaluate his current string theory research. However, that's not really "work" to him; it's mostly for recreation and mental stimulation.

Then again, he hasn't logged on to World of Warcraft in a while. His poor battle ostrich must be lonely. Oh, Glenn—probably the only bird with proper decorum and a simple approach to life.

"Oh, who am I kidding?," Sheldon realizes. "I could be protecting Azeroth from mystical tyrants!"

That's when the nerdy scientist bolts down the walkway, heading for his office. But he's not going to be doing work. He's not going to take some time and smell the flowers.

He's just going to go to his office, shut the door, and log onto World of Warcraft so he can kick some goblin ass.