For some reason, something possessed me today to genotype a whole horde of mice. I rant out of tubes at 63. Who bleeds that many mice at once? Although, somehow, without even trying, I can still bleed upwards of 40 mice per hour, so that's something to be proud of, I suppose. (Feel free to imagine me rolling my eyes here!)
Of course, now I'm flowing all those evil samples and teh intertubes are about done entertaining me. Oh wait, that's my last sample running now. Yea yea yea!!!
I'm hungry. I have no good snacks. That makes me sad.
My sister told my mom the other day that she wants to get her belly button pierced. (Insert another eyeroll here.) My sister is no wafer-thin little thing, and I don't think anyone outside of immediate family has so much as seen her belly button since she was a toddler. But whatever. I told my mom that she should tell her that when she gets a job and can pay for it herself she can get it. I'm not going to hold my breath on the job or the piercing.
I was looking at cute little doggies this afternoon! I want a doggie! We tried to adopt a dog about a year and a half ago, but that turned into a major disaster. That's another story for another time, but suffice it to say that the foster mom was just kidding when they told us that she was crate trained and house broken, and didn't bother to mention the SEVERE separation anxiety. But anyway, when we were at the beach last weekend there were soooo many cute dogs and I want one. When I get tired of trying to convince myself that I don't want a baby right now, I think about dogs.
Hmmm...is it bad that I'm just sitting here watching the cytometer clean instead of going back to lab and trying to look busy? I'm tired of this week. Oh well...at least now that all my mice are screened I can setup some new stuff. New stuff that might even work! (Trying ever so hard to be optimistic...)