I purified some plasmids today and finally (after 3 tries) got the damned DNA to come out well. Then I spent a significant amount of time researching cycles while everyone else slipped out the door without telling me. I always get the temptation to go yank it in the john and hook up a slide to check my sperm count in the big microscope (I can take pictures too). Then I got some Jack in the Box and took the bagpiper down to the beach this afternoon. I forced him into the surf because he runs from the waves like he's made of salt or something. Then we chilled on my ratty wool square and I zonked to ipod tunes. Then I went to the liquor store and got some fried chickens. Now I am just peeachy.